Poppy #1

Poppy #1

Very delighted to have 2 pieces in an exhibit at the PH21 Gallery in Budapest. Really wish I could go. Though I’ve never been to old European cities, I dream about them because they are so beautiful. For me, distant travel means a couple of stops out on the L train. Or maybe a trip to Hoboken or the edge of Long Island City.

But through reading and pictures, I visit them from afar.

Bushwick Open Studios 5/31- 6/1, 2014

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I am thrilled to be participating in Bushwick Open Studios 2014! Please visit me at 274 Morgan Avenue, Studio 5G to see work in progress and celebrate the publication of Meryl Meisler’s A Tale of Two Cities: Disco Era Bushwick for which I wrote the introduction. And check out the article I wrote on the Arts In Bushwick blog!

(ALERT THERE ARE SERIOUS STAIRS TO CLIMB. = 4 DOUBLE FLIGHTS)

Directions:

Subway: Take the L Train to the Grand Street stop, then walk east past the Chase Bank along Grand Street to Morgan Avenue (about a quarter of a mile). Cross Morgan Avenue, and walk about halfway down the block to #274.

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Barbie Does Bushwick

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Hoarder Barbie

Hoarder Barbie

Sunday night was the benefit for Arts in Bushwick. It was held on Ten Eyck Street in Brooklyn and it was packed. Artists, writers, buyers, gallerists, supporters and lovers of the arts all turned out. It was rollicking and fun. I went with my pal, Meryl Meisler, known as the “Legendary Bushwick Photographer,” a title she has earned. Working as an art teacher in the area in the 1980′s, she began photographing scenes of rubble and ruin on her way to and from the train with a disposable camera. She also photographed the famous discos and clubs of the era like Studio 54, Xenon and Les Mouches, though with a regular camera.

I wasn’t going to go. I had contributed art, but was nervous it would wind up sitting along on the wall at the end. Couldn’t bear the shame. Too much. Too tired. TV and the comforts of home called. But so did Meryl (okay, texted). She was driving, did I want a ride? Whenever offered the opportunity to be chauffeured anywhere, I always say yes, so wound up at the benefit.

It was jam packed, but with a good crowd. A lot of artists, a lot of art enthusiasts, with some memorable characters sprinkled in. I told her I wasn’t going to stay. Once around the room to look at the art and out. But I couldn’t get out! There were too many people! And it was fun! Lots to look at–on the walls, on the floor, plus the lady standing on the table who kept promising the raffle was going to start in five minutes.

Finally it did, though of course my ticket didn’t come up early. But that’s okay. The piece I donated, “Hoarder Barbie,” sold! Yay! And when my turn did come, I got the pieces that were highest on my list: Coleman Downing’s “Saturday 10-20-13 #5,” and Naormi Meijia Wang’s “Shinee Day.” They are in my home right now.

The benefit was a wonderful experience. I left calm and happy and proud. And with some really great stuff! Wooowhooo!

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Snowy Rooftops

Snowy Rooftops

For the people of New York, it has been a dark and dreary winter. There was snow, then more snow, then snow upon ice and ice upon snow. We got very tired of it. Now the sun is shining, but it is still very cold and windy. Came back early from Brooklyn yesterday a.m., and it felt like January. Sun out, houses bright, buds beginning to sprout, but we’re not quite there yet.

Here’s a (slushy) walk down memory lane:

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Morgan Avenue Tracks

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©Catherine Kirkpatrick

©Catherine Kirkpatrick

When will it stop? Like Noah’s flood (should that be capitalized?) the snow in New York just goes on and on. So pretty when it first comes down, then it sits a while and gets dirty, then it gets cold and turns to ice, then more snow falls and the cycle repeats all over again. I am so looking forward to spring! Can’t wait.

Isn’t this pretty?! Wait till tomorrow when its gray and mushy. Tramp, tramp, tramp…

 

 

©John Milisenda

©John Milisenda

I know John Milisenda through incredible photographer (and wonderful human being) Flo Flo. We sup together from time to time, and I’ve seen his subtle B&W prints of the train yards in Pennsylvania, the streets of Sunset Park, and of his family, particularly his developmentally disabled brother Dennis. We put together a narrated slide show of this body of work and posted on the PWP blog. It is beautiful and subtle. Take a look if you get a chance. Slide show direct: Dennis, by John Milisenda. Blog post with background on John.

 

 

 

Meryl Meisler – Westbeth – On the Blog

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meisler_submergedPosterLegendary Bushwick photographer (and pal) Meryl Meisler does it again with 2 rooms in the climate change exhibition at the Westbeth Gallery in Manhattan.

Pssst, she’s also on the Professional Women Photographers’ blog. Come on, have a look. You know you want to.

Swimmers and New Yorkers take note: aquatic critters floating in and amongst NYC landmarks.

The Blog (PWP) is Back…

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©Irith Gubi

©Irith Gubi

For several years now I’ve written for and/or edited the blog of Professional Women Photographers (PWP). It has been a labor of love and discovery. I have met great photographers like Darleen Rubin, Meryl Meisler, Flo Fox, and emailed with greats like critic Vicki Goldberg, triple Pulitzer Prize-winning NY Times photographer Ruth Fremson, and legendary Carnegie Hall portraitist, Eddita Sherman. It has been an honor.

But in 2012-13, PWP needed a new website. Something we could control, that would allow for quick and easy editing and be able to feature lots of pictures–of individual member photographers, of our exhibitions, open calls, and events–of us. We chose Nelly Yusopova of Webgirrls as our programmer, and she did a great job, though I’m sure she’s plenty sick of us by now. Anyway, it took a lot of work. Which coupled with a lot of other things, made for a very busy number of months.

But Rivka nagged me. She had an Israeli photographer she wanted me to meet, Irith Gubi. Finally it was arranged at the Katvan’s beautiful loft where the green, white, and yellow vases look down serenely, and delicious orange soup is served.

Promises were made and questions posed. Answers drifted in by email. But someone (me) dragged their feet and was grouchy. I didn’t feel like it, not now, it wasn’t time, I had too much going on. You get text and put it in a folder, you get images and put them in another folder, but sometimes when you them together, magic happens. It did on the PWP blog. Have a look. Aw come on, we need the traffic. Thanks!

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Billie_w_ChairI am delighted to be mentioned in a small article by PDN (Photo District News) on their PhotoServe site. It talks about a project very dear to my heart called Silent Echoes which explores women’s lives and some of the issues they face. Some of the work is going to be featured in an artist book show in Australia called Personal Histories, curated by Robyn and Glenn Foster. They are very lovely people (you can tell, even by email). And Barbara Goldman who wrote the article is very lovely too. I actually met her at PDN Photo Expo in the fall.

To see more of the Silent Echoes project, please visit my website www.catherinekirkpatrick.org.

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It’s Personal…

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Memory CollageI’m so delighted to be the featured artist on the Personal Histories Artist Book Exhibition blog. It’s an honor! Please visit the site of lovely people Glenn and Robyn Foster who are putting this exhibit together.

I’m submitting images from a series I’m working on called Silent Echoes about the lives of women. I knew, but never understood in my bones, the sacrifices women make till I had to take care of my elderly father. The day my mother died, I went back to their apartment and found him having a heart attack and a stroke. The doctors at Beth Israel Hospital weren’t sure he would make it, but he did and lived till 93.

But he couldn’t be on his own anymore, so I gave up my apartment and went to live with him. It was the best thing I ever did, but the hardest. As they say of piloting an airline, lots of boredom punctuated by moments of sheer terror.

Back to the ladies. At some point in their lives, probably more than once (and for some continually), women have to shoulder huge burdens they never expected to. It could be a grandmother raising a grandchild, a mother caring for an ill relative, a daughter (yes, this part is self-referential) caring for elderly parents. It takes so much of your life, so much psychic and physical energy, so much time, yet often is unrecognized. Or brushed aside with a few words.

I remember the lawyer saying, “you can go live with him.” Well, hello, I had a life! I had my own place with my own furniture and stuff. Actually, quite a lot of it. I decided to do things slowly, at my own pace. That gave me time to go over to the apartment and mope. I was quite down. When I finally finished moving in with Dad, there were duplicates of…everything. A vast number of armchairs, two dining room tables and God knows how many chairs. Filing cabinets? Oh, plenty. We had everything.

My mother had been ill for a while, and both my father and I were exhausted. When he came home from the hospital (in time for her funeral), he had to lie down every afternoon for a couple of hours.

But slowly he got better. At first he was annoyed by the constant attention of women (me and his very nice aide, Janice), then it dawned on him that he had acquired a retinue of servants, and he settled nicely into a lordly routine. Tasty meals were brought to him on a tray. Magazines and books were laid on his table. He went out every afternoon, sat on a bench and greeted the neighbors as they came home. Holidays were observed, with special gustatory treats. He was a happy old man.

But it was a long time out for me. So tip your hat to the ladies in your life. They do a lot.

 

 

 

 

Studio in Brooklyn

Plums_Pear_Wall_78Continuing with my still life series, this time in a fascinating building in Brooklyn. Many colors and textures to explore. Interesting neighborhood. The day I arrived, there was a multiple homicide on the next block. Whew! Between that and the two story antique furniture store, I practically had to be carried back to Manhattan.

NSL_w_Machine_146There is ever-changing winter light (I’m hoping for a little snow) and ever-changing inner light. I had jury duty last week and ran into one of my artist friends. We do get around.