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Sometimes one piece of art stops me in my tracks with it's inescapable beauty and truth. Here's one. Pixar, the studio that brought us Toy Story, Up!, Finding Nemo and so much more, has released a new short that's a luminous paean to memory, grief and love. "Borrowed Time" is an animated short film, directed by…
It happens every day. Every second, actually. Someone is breathing one moment, then not the next. It's nature's way: we're born, we die. But my mind refuses this. No, she can't be gone, not that kind of gone. Not dead. The word landed with a leaden thud, flat black, that sucked all the air out of…
Finding the beauty in the everyday is on-mission for me. This show, featuring the works of Adam Broomberg & Oliver Chanarin, Harun Farocki, Rabih Mroué, Hrair Sarkissian, and Rudolf Steiner, reveals artists whose work put them in the line of fire.
The power of art, photography, video, to tell the truth puts creators in mortal danger. This show focuses on a photographer in Syria. But dont forget the chilling video uncovered by Chelsea (ne Bradley) Manning, available here.
Death of a Cameraman
organized by Martin Waldmeier
apexart
291 Church Street
New York
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Opening reception:
Thursday, September 12: 6-8 pm
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On view:
September 13 – October 26, 2013
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Featuring work by:
Adam Broomberg & Oliver Chanarin, Harun Farocki, Rabih Mroué
Hrair Sarkissian, Rudolf Steiner. An Unsolicited Proposal Program winning exhibition.
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On July 1, 2011, in the neighborhood of Karam Shami in Homs, Syria, a young man stands on the rooftop of a building. He uses his cell phone to document gunfire in the streets below as his camera suddenly catches sight of a gunman on an adjacent balcony. For a brief instant, the cameraman and the gunman directly face each other. A single shot is fired. The camera falls, and with the cameraman’s death, image and reality collapse into one.
In the course of recent political events, anonymous cameramen and women have emerged as powerful…
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