Tedx Cornell Tech Talk Why You Dont Get Contemporary Art

"The urban center is afraid of me… I have seen its true face up…"

Petite daughter takes on the city..

"1945" mural in Chelsea. This is what I love: art on bridges, art on walls, art as city murals, and art which is facilitated for social and political justice/assessment.

"1945" mural in Chelsea. This is what I honey: art on bridges, art on walls, art as city murals, and art which is facilitated for social and political justice/cess.

Chinatown, Manhattan. Too many treasures hidden in this sacred place.

Chinatown, Manhattan. Too many treasures hidden in this sacred identify.

So many beautiful religious symbols juxtaposed in one case. Not to mention, so much nostalgia for Jakarta, Indonesia.

Then many cute religious symbols juxtaposed one time. Non to mention, so much nostalgia for Jakarta, Indonesia.

New York City. I am afraid of information technology. And no, I actually accept not seen it's true face, Rorschach. No matter how foreign the idea of New York City has always been to me, and no matter how rural, quiet, and natural of a background I come from, I realize the city is simply the heart of the contemporary art world. Thus, I would be ignorant if I didn't assess this for myself. After three trips to the urban center, I came back each time realizing that New York is just filled with and so much inspiration, evolution, and revolution.

Being the third time I've ever been to the city (with the 2d and 3rd opportunities both existence at Cornell), I am happy to say I've at to the lowest degree familiarized myself with the city to an 'acceptable' extent.. Well, I've come up to the understanding that avenues run on horizontals, and streets run on verticals, and that the funnest way of exiting Chinatown in Manhattan is through Picayune Italy…
Every time I'g in the city, I always have a moment when I experience trapped and paranoid about the air I'thou breathing. I want to run into a tree, perhaps a bird on a street calorie-free, just I never accept luck. My friend Tiffany may be right that my best bet of 'breathing in nature' in the city would be at Central Park, and even then, the sounds of any ambience, wild and natural noise is muted past the roars of traffic.

And then, what then? I do not deny my complaints  are lame. Nor the fact that they exercise not attest to the excuse of avoiding a city which capitalizes in my favorite things: fine art, civilisation, and film. Here it is: I practise not deny my trip was glorious when it came to every 'artistic' experience that I had..

From gallery hopping in Chelsea, to well-nigh wanting to cry thanks to being frustrated and 'visually-feasting' on the wonders of nationally-renowned print makers (Artists' Editions Annual Book Fair, 21st Street), to, accidentally entering a gallery which unbelievably JUST then happened to hoard over fifty massive (MASSIVE) paintings by Picasso from all over the earth (first of all… What are the chances? Second, how does such a small gallery gain the authenticity to be licensed to curate so many gems? Third.. Considering Picasso's masterpieces were juxtaposed next to each other in such a small space, the experience was overwhelming, invigorating, and I merely had to dumbly experience my geeky revelation in guild to get through the gallery..).

Among some of the galleries my friend and I visited, I was thankful enough to be able to run into Shea Hembrey's piece of work, our very own Yard.F.A. alumni from Cornell, where his internationally renowned work has almost always been exclusive to the Bryce Wolkowitz Gallery. I was most fascinated with his work because in the presentation of his work, he had created a "Jekyll-complex" where the viewer is forced to walk into a moderate, conventional gallery space, and to assume that the space is merely ordinary: art is spaced out evenly between what are presumably different artists.

Notwithstanding, I establish out that Hembrey had created every single artwork in the room past himself, as he pretended to encapsulate the personalities of an invented variety of artists, and every bit stated in a Ted talk lecture he was featured in, "…He is an abet for artwork that marries intellectual rigor, technical mastery, and heart and soul…"

The Gallery space, shown at an angle which captures 'three artists.'

The Gallery infinite, shown at an angle which captures 'three artists.'

Technical euphoria.

Technical euphoria.

More details of the way the artwork distinctly varied from space to space.

More than details of the way the artwork distinctly varied from space to space.

Next: I wouldn't be surprised if it was a 'affair' to run across men who slumber-walk in the city in the afternoon… In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if the fast-paced and stressful lifestyle of NYC encouraged it. You would exist surprised to see how at-home and collected my reaction was later seeing this at Cheim & Read:

Hyper-realist sculpture and articulation at its finest.

Hyper-realist sculpture and joint at its finest.

Nostalgic for objects that aren't even familiar..

Nostalgic for objects that aren't even familiar..

"Orgasmic perfection"

"Orgasmic perfection"

Heaven is a void.. Louise Burgeoise suspension at Cheim & Read. Can't believe I took this with an iPad!

Sky is a void.. Louise Burgeoise suspension at Cheim & Read. Can't believe I took this with an iPad!

Finally, in the joys of embracing the Manhattan as an artist and foodie, I tin can't forget to include snippets of some wondrous eateries I discovered and tried with friends. From authentic Chinese food at Ping's, artisan bakeries with giant coconut creme buns for $1.20, 'crepe cakes' at Bottega Falai (pancakes layered with block, fruit creams, and crepes.. as diabetic as that sounds), to starting the day with an en pointe shot of Nutella Espresso (with a dip of Biscotti! Moda Espresso Bar on 27th street), the food adventures I had was worth the guilt later on.

We went a little over-board at Ping's. Kisses for Chinatown.

We went a trivial over-board at Ping's. Kisses for Chinatown.

"Fayda" bakery in Chinatown. Rated in Zagat– quite a memory!

Bottega Falai's famous Crepe Cake, in strawberries and creme.

Bottega Falai's famous Crepe Cake, in strawberries and creme.

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Source: https://blogs.cornell.edu/laureenandalib/2014/11/11/the-city-is-afraid-of-me-i-have-seen-its-true-face/

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