CITY ON FIRE
LOWER MANHATTAN, 2013
The mind chooses what to see. When looking at a pool, we can shift our eye to the pennies shining at the bottom, the light rippling on the surface, or the water in between. Whether focusing on the space inside, or the one reflected from above, we pivot toward separate realities. 
This series, City On Fire, is an exploration of reflections of One World Trade Center in a small pond in Lower Manhattan. What I find so haunting about these photographs is how a small, flickering shape can make a beautiful sunny day, on a duck pond, seem terrifying. The beauty of the fluctuating tower is mingled with tearing, and wobbling. In some photos, it appears as though dark circles are flying off the building.  
The image immediately conjures up the memory of people jumping 100 feet from the fire to their deaths– images which were depicted in the September 12th New York Times, under the headline “A Creeping Horror and Panicked Flight as Towers Burn, Then Slowly Fall.” City on Fire captures my own posttraumatic fear, now a permanent ghost image in my generation’s consciousness. People born after 2001 will look at the same pond and see only the ducks.
Yet while the memory is ever-present, it’s skewed by paranoia, and never so clear as it might be from an outside perspective. The tower’s movement, seen through multiple photos, feels closest to how I experience the event; it’s still there, but it’s never clear, and always changing.
www.owett.commarsha@owett.com CITY ON FIRE
LOWER MANHATTAN, 2013
The mind chooses what to see. When looking at a pool, we can shift our eye to the pennies shining at the bottom, the light rippling on the surface, or the water in between. Whether focusing on the space inside, or the one reflected from above, we pivot toward separate realities. 
This series, City On Fire, is an exploration of reflections of One World Trade Center in a small pond in Lower Manhattan. What I find so haunting about these photographs is how a small, flickering shape can make a beautiful sunny day, on a duck pond, seem terrifying. The beauty of the fluctuating tower is mingled with tearing, and wobbling. In some photos, it appears as though dark circles are flying off the building.  
The image immediately conjures up the memory of people jumping 100 feet from the fire to their deaths– images which were depicted in the September 12th New York Times, under the headline “A Creeping Horror and Panicked Flight as Towers Burn, Then Slowly Fall.” City on Fire captures my own posttraumatic fear, now a permanent ghost image in my generation’s consciousness. People born after 2001 will look at the same pond and see only the ducks.
Yet while the memory is ever-present, it’s skewed by paranoia, and never so clear as it might be from an outside perspective. The tower’s movement, seen through multiple photos, feels closest to how I experience the event; it’s still there, but it’s never clear, and always changing.
www.owett.commarsha@owett.com CITY ON FIRE
LOWER MANHATTAN, 2013
The mind chooses what to see. When looking at a pool, we can shift our eye to the pennies shining at the bottom, the light rippling on the surface, or the water in between. Whether focusing on the space inside, or the one reflected from above, we pivot toward separate realities. 
This series, City On Fire, is an exploration of reflections of One World Trade Center in a small pond in Lower Manhattan. What I find so haunting about these photographs is how a small, flickering shape can make a beautiful sunny day, on a duck pond, seem terrifying. The beauty of the fluctuating tower is mingled with tearing, and wobbling. In some photos, it appears as though dark circles are flying off the building.  
The image immediately conjures up the memory of people jumping 100 feet from the fire to their deaths– images which were depicted in the September 12th New York Times, under the headline “A Creeping Horror and Panicked Flight as Towers Burn, Then Slowly Fall.” City on Fire captures my own posttraumatic fear, now a permanent ghost image in my generation’s consciousness. People born after 2001 will look at the same pond and see only the ducks.
Yet while the memory is ever-present, it’s skewed by paranoia, and never so clear as it might be from an outside perspective. The tower’s movement, seen through multiple photos, feels closest to how I experience the event; it’s still there, but it’s never clear, and always changing.
www.owett.commarsha@owett.com CITY ON FIRE
LOWER MANHATTAN, 2013
The mind chooses what to see. When looking at a pool, we can shift our eye to the pennies shining at the bottom, the light rippling on the surface, or the water in between. Whether focusing on the space inside, or the one reflected from above, we pivot toward separate realities. 
This series, City On Fire, is an exploration of reflections of One World Trade Center in a small pond in Lower Manhattan. What I find so haunting about these photographs is how a small, flickering shape can make a beautiful sunny day, on a duck pond, seem terrifying. The beauty of the fluctuating tower is mingled with tearing, and wobbling. In some photos, it appears as though dark circles are flying off the building.  
The image immediately conjures up the memory of people jumping 100 feet from the fire to their deaths– images which were depicted in the September 12th New York Times, under the headline “A Creeping Horror and Panicked Flight as Towers Burn, Then Slowly Fall.” City on Fire captures my own posttraumatic fear, now a permanent ghost image in my generation’s consciousness. People born after 2001 will look at the same pond and see only the ducks.
Yet while the memory is ever-present, it’s skewed by paranoia, and never so clear as it might be from an outside perspective. The tower’s movement, seen through multiple photos, feels closest to how I experience the event; it’s still there, but it’s never clear, and always changing.
www.owett.commarsha@owett.com CITY ON FIRE
LOWER MANHATTAN, 2013
The mind chooses what to see. When looking at a pool, we can shift our eye to the pennies shining at the bottom, the light rippling on the surface, or the water in between. Whether focusing on the space inside, or the one reflected from above, we pivot toward separate realities. 
This series, City On Fire, is an exploration of reflections of One World Trade Center in a small pond in Lower Manhattan. What I find so haunting about these photographs is how a small, flickering shape can make a beautiful sunny day, on a duck pond, seem terrifying. The beauty of the fluctuating tower is mingled with tearing, and wobbling. In some photos, it appears as though dark circles are flying off the building.  
The image immediately conjures up the memory of people jumping 100 feet from the fire to their deaths– images which were depicted in the September 12th New York Times, under the headline “A Creeping Horror and Panicked Flight as Towers Burn, Then Slowly Fall.” City on Fire captures my own posttraumatic fear, now a permanent ghost image in my generation’s consciousness. People born after 2001 will look at the same pond and see only the ducks.
Yet while the memory is ever-present, it’s skewed by paranoia, and never so clear as it might be from an outside perspective. The tower’s movement, seen through multiple photos, feels closest to how I experience the event; it’s still there, but it’s never clear, and always changing.
www.owett.commarsha@owett.com CITY ON FIRE
LOWER MANHATTAN, 2013
The mind chooses what to see. When looking at a pool, we can shift our eye to the pennies shining at the bottom, the light rippling on the surface, or the water in between. Whether focusing on the space inside, or the one reflected from above, we pivot toward separate realities. 
This series, City On Fire, is an exploration of reflections of One World Trade Center in a small pond in Lower Manhattan. What I find so haunting about these photographs is how a small, flickering shape can make a beautiful sunny day, on a duck pond, seem terrifying. The beauty of the fluctuating tower is mingled with tearing, and wobbling. In some photos, it appears as though dark circles are flying off the building.  
The image immediately conjures up the memory of people jumping 100 feet from the fire to their deaths– images which were depicted in the September 12th New York Times, under the headline “A Creeping Horror and Panicked Flight as Towers Burn, Then Slowly Fall.” City on Fire captures my own posttraumatic fear, now a permanent ghost image in my generation’s consciousness. People born after 2001 will look at the same pond and see only the ducks.
Yet while the memory is ever-present, it’s skewed by paranoia, and never so clear as it might be from an outside perspective. The tower’s movement, seen through multiple photos, feels closest to how I experience the event; it’s still there, but it’s never clear, and always changing.
www.owett.commarsha@owett.com CITY ON FIRE
LOWER MANHATTAN, 2013
The mind chooses what to see. When looking at a pool, we can shift our eye to the pennies shining at the bottom, the light rippling on the surface, or the water in between. Whether focusing on the space inside, or the one reflected from above, we pivot toward separate realities. 
This series, City On Fire, is an exploration of reflections of One World Trade Center in a small pond in Lower Manhattan. What I find so haunting about these photographs is how a small, flickering shape can make a beautiful sunny day, on a duck pond, seem terrifying. The beauty of the fluctuating tower is mingled with tearing, and wobbling. In some photos, it appears as though dark circles are flying off the building.  
The image immediately conjures up the memory of people jumping 100 feet from the fire to their deaths– images which were depicted in the September 12th New York Times, under the headline “A Creeping Horror and Panicked Flight as Towers Burn, Then Slowly Fall.” City on Fire captures my own posttraumatic fear, now a permanent ghost image in my generation’s consciousness. People born after 2001 will look at the same pond and see only the ducks.
Yet while the memory is ever-present, it’s skewed by paranoia, and never so clear as it might be from an outside perspective. The tower’s movement, seen through multiple photos, feels closest to how I experience the event; it’s still there, but it’s never clear, and always changing.
www.owett.commarsha@owett.com CITY ON FIRE
LOWER MANHATTAN, 2013
The mind chooses what to see. When looking at a pool, we can shift our eye to the pennies shining at the bottom, the light rippling on the surface, or the water in between. Whether focusing on the space inside, or the one reflected from above, we pivot toward separate realities. 
This series, City On Fire, is an exploration of reflections of One World Trade Center in a small pond in Lower Manhattan. What I find so haunting about these photographs is how a small, flickering shape can make a beautiful sunny day, on a duck pond, seem terrifying. The beauty of the fluctuating tower is mingled with tearing, and wobbling. In some photos, it appears as though dark circles are flying off the building.  
The image immediately conjures up the memory of people jumping 100 feet from the fire to their deaths– images which were depicted in the September 12th New York Times, under the headline “A Creeping Horror and Panicked Flight as Towers Burn, Then Slowly Fall.” City on Fire captures my own posttraumatic fear, now a permanent ghost image in my generation’s consciousness. People born after 2001 will look at the same pond and see only the ducks.
Yet while the memory is ever-present, it’s skewed by paranoia, and never so clear as it might be from an outside perspective. The tower’s movement, seen through multiple photos, feels closest to how I experience the event; it’s still there, but it’s never clear, and always changing.
www.owett.commarsha@owett.com

CITY ON FIRE

LOWER MANHATTAN, 2013

The mind chooses what to see. When looking at a pool, we can shift our eye to the pennies shining at the bottom, the light rippling on the surface, or the water in between. Whether focusing on the space inside, or the one reflected from above, we pivot toward separate realities. 

This series, City On Fire, is an exploration of reflections of One World Trade Center in a small pond in Lower Manhattan. What I find so haunting about these photographs is how a small, flickering shape can make a beautiful sunny day, on a duck pond, seem terrifying. The beauty of the fluctuating tower is mingled with tearing, and wobbling. In some photos, it appears as though dark circles are flying off the building.  

The image immediately conjures up the memory of people jumping 100 feet from the fire to their deaths– images which were depicted in the September 12th New York Times, under the headline “A Creeping Horror and Panicked Flight as Towers Burn, Then Slowly Fall.” City on Fire captures my own posttraumatic fear, now a permanent ghost image in my generation’s consciousness. People born after 2001 will look at the same pond and see only the ducks.

Yet while the memory is ever-present, it’s skewed by paranoia, and never so clear as it might be from an outside perspective. The tower’s movement, seen through multiple photos, feels closest to how I experience the event; it’s still there, but it’s never clear, and always changing.

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Saul Chernic in his studio September 30, 2014.

Michelle Vaughan at her studio. April 10, 2013

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2013 ARMORY SHOW
Paddy + Will + Corinna, Corinna + Will + Alex McLeod  (with Brillo Box) 2013 ARMORY SHOW
Paddy + Will + Corinna, Corinna + Will + Alex McLeod  (with Brillo Box)

2013 ARMORY SHOW

Paddy + Will + Corinna, Corinna + Will + Alex McLeod  (with Brillo Box)

2013 ARMORY SHOW
The empty Brillo box space, Brillo box side table 1& 2, Ladies who lunch, Man on the run with Brillo Box, Dude in camo pants with Brillo box, Satisfied ladies with Brillo Boxes, Random atractive media person, Now that I got my Brillo I can leave 2013 ARMORY SHOW
The empty Brillo box space, Brillo box side table 1& 2, Ladies who lunch, Man on the run with Brillo Box, Dude in camo pants with Brillo box, Satisfied ladies with Brillo Boxes, Random atractive media person, Now that I got my Brillo I can leave 2013 ARMORY SHOW
The empty Brillo box space, Brillo box side table 1& 2, Ladies who lunch, Man on the run with Brillo Box, Dude in camo pants with Brillo box, Satisfied ladies with Brillo Boxes, Random atractive media person, Now that I got my Brillo I can leave 2013 ARMORY SHOW
The empty Brillo box space, Brillo box side table 1& 2, Ladies who lunch, Man on the run with Brillo Box, Dude in camo pants with Brillo box, Satisfied ladies with Brillo Boxes, Random atractive media person, Now that I got my Brillo I can leave 2013 ARMORY SHOW
The empty Brillo box space, Brillo box side table 1& 2, Ladies who lunch, Man on the run with Brillo Box, Dude in camo pants with Brillo box, Satisfied ladies with Brillo Boxes, Random atractive media person, Now that I got my Brillo I can leave 2013 ARMORY SHOW
The empty Brillo box space, Brillo box side table 1& 2, Ladies who lunch, Man on the run with Brillo Box, Dude in camo pants with Brillo box, Satisfied ladies with Brillo Boxes, Random atractive media person, Now that I got my Brillo I can leave

2013 ARMORY SHOW

The empty Brillo box space, Brillo box side table 1& 2, Ladies who lunch, Man on the run with Brillo Box, Dude in camo pants with Brillo box, Satisfied ladies with Brillo Boxes, Random atractive media person, Now that I got my Brillo I can leave

"It’s my party…"

Dec 16, 2012SEX, DOGS & ROCK’N ROLL
Paddy, Will, Corrina, and Jay Battle in paper hats and covered in mustard.
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Paddy, Will, Corrina, and Jay Battle in paper hats and covered in mustard.
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Paddy, Will, Corrina, and Jay Battle in paper hats and covered in mustard.
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Dec 16, 2012
SEX, DOGS & ROCK’N ROLL

Paddy, Will, Corrina, and Jay Battle in paper hats and covered in mustard.

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 March 23, 2008. The night aunt Erica died in a car crash. 
Adam and I were at the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus with our daughter and niece. We had front row seats and special passes to come on stage. We got the news of Erica’s death minutes before the start of the show.  We stayed, and didn’t tell the girls until it was over.
Erica was everyones favorite aunt.   March 23, 2008. The night aunt Erica died in a car crash. 
Adam and I were at the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus with our daughter and niece. We had front row seats and special passes to come on stage. We got the news of Erica’s death minutes before the start of the show.  We stayed, and didn’t tell the girls until it was over.
Erica was everyones favorite aunt.   March 23, 2008. The night aunt Erica died in a car crash. 
Adam and I were at the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus with our daughter and niece. We had front row seats and special passes to come on stage. We got the news of Erica’s death minutes before the start of the show.  We stayed, and didn’t tell the girls until it was over.
Erica was everyones favorite aunt.   March 23, 2008. The night aunt Erica died in a car crash. 
Adam and I were at the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus with our daughter and niece. We had front row seats and special passes to come on stage. We got the news of Erica’s death minutes before the start of the show.  We stayed, and didn’t tell the girls until it was over.
Erica was everyones favorite aunt.   March 23, 2008. The night aunt Erica died in a car crash. 
Adam and I were at the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus with our daughter and niece. We had front row seats and special passes to come on stage. We got the news of Erica’s death minutes before the start of the show.  We stayed, and didn’t tell the girls until it was over.
Erica was everyones favorite aunt.   March 23, 2008. The night aunt Erica died in a car crash. 
Adam and I were at the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus with our daughter and niece. We had front row seats and special passes to come on stage. We got the news of Erica’s death minutes before the start of the show.  We stayed, and didn’t tell the girls until it was over.
Erica was everyones favorite aunt.   March 23, 2008. The night aunt Erica died in a car crash. 
Adam and I were at the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus with our daughter and niece. We had front row seats and special passes to come on stage. We got the news of Erica’s death minutes before the start of the show.  We stayed, and didn’t tell the girls until it was over.
Erica was everyones favorite aunt.   March 23, 2008. The night aunt Erica died in a car crash. 
Adam and I were at the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus with our daughter and niece. We had front row seats and special passes to come on stage. We got the news of Erica’s death minutes before the start of the show.  We stayed, and didn’t tell the girls until it was over.
Erica was everyones favorite aunt.   March 23, 2008. The night aunt Erica died in a car crash. 
Adam and I were at the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus with our daughter and niece. We had front row seats and special passes to come on stage. We got the news of Erica’s death minutes before the start of the show.  We stayed, and didn’t tell the girls until it was over.
Erica was everyones favorite aunt.   March 23, 2008. The night aunt Erica died in a car crash. 
Adam and I were at the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus with our daughter and niece. We had front row seats and special passes to come on stage. We got the news of Erica’s death minutes before the start of the show.  We stayed, and didn’t tell the girls until it was over.
Erica was everyones favorite aunt. 

 March 23, 2008. The night aunt Erica died in a car crash. 

Adam and I were at the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Bailey Circus with our daughter and nieceWe had front row seats and special passes to come on stage. We got the news of Erica’s death minutes before the start of the show.  We stayed, and didn’t tell the girls until it was over.

Erica was everyones favorite aunt.