What are you doing tomorrow night?

I will have a piece in the Brooklyn Arts Council show opening this week--

WHERE: BAC Gallery, 111 Front Street, Suite 218, Brooklyn

WHEN: Thursday, January 17th, 6-8 pm.

The Lack of Desire seeks to visually represent, from a side glance, what our desires intimate: the universal lack existing in the multiple recesses of our psyche from which our fleeting and never-ending desire springs. The artworks chosen for this exhibition offers the viewer a way to be present with lack rather than escape into the endless feedback loop of desire.

I hope to see you there!
xo,
Jen

a poem i've been thinking about

A Grave
by Marianne Moore

Man looking into the sea,
taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have to
yourself,
it is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing,
but you cannot stand in the middle of this;
the sea has nothing to give but a well excavated grave.
The firs stand in a procession, each with an emerald turkey-foot at the
top,
reserved as their contours, saying nothing;
repression, however, is not the most obvious characteristic of the sea;
the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.
There are others besides you who have worn that look--
whose expression is no longer a protest; the fish no longer investigate
them
for their bones have not lasted:
men lower nets, unconscious of the fact that they are desecrating a grave,
and row quickly away--the blades of the oars
moving together like the feet of water-spiders as if there were no such
thing as death.
The wrinkles progress among themselves in a phalanx--beautiful under
networks of foam,
and fade breathlessly while the sea rustles in and out of the seaweed;
the birds swim through the air at top speed, emitting cat-calls as hereto-
fore--
the tortoise-shell scourges about the feet of the cliffs, in motion beneath
them;
and the ocean, under the pulsation of lighthouses and noise of bellbuoys,
advances as usual, looking as if it were not that ocean in which dropped
things are bound to sink--
in which if they turn and twist, it is neither with volition nor
consciousness.

Wondering whether microwaving dal in my coffee mug will make it taste like coffee, and other things I am cluttering my mind with

Well, it is 2008. Yea. So. I do want to make 2008 a more productive year, though 2007 wasn't so bad on the personal stage; obviously, on the global stage 2007 saw a doozy of travesties. But, the personal/professional stage is the one I would like to currently occupy (the global one is enough to make me want to crawl into a foxhole and wait for the world to end, which I am feeling would not be a long wait.) Anyhoo, it is off to a decent start, as one of my photos will be in the Lack of Desire show at the Brooklyn Arts Council Gallery and I have a pending fellowship application. Also, I joined PhotoShelter, which at least one of you knows is a sort of alternative, creative stock photo agency, so I am looking forward to doing that. However, I cannot seem to keep my head in the game. I have a "plan" as it were, but that plan involves me sticking around in NY for another year and applying to grad school for the Fall of 2009. So, the interim time is to be spend working on my portfolio, improving my writing, applying for group shows, and trying to get short residencies and/or local fellowships. But, somehow I cannot manage to block out what the French would call the bullshit. Feel me?
Happy New Year,
Me