Spread love! There are so many ways to show your love today, and we’d LOVE to have you at our party on March 6th! Tickets available at: http://www.baxterst.org/benefit or link in bio. .
This fabulous image by Jose Luis Venegas, who has been photographing weddings in Tijuana since the 1970s, was included in our Venegas and Venegas exhibition in 2015. @joseluisvenegasphoto @yvovenegas
💥💥💥 Shari knows what’s up!! 🙌
#Repost @shariloeffler with @get_repost
I love supporting organizations that provide artists with a platform and outlet to share their creative expression. On March 6th, my love for dance & art will converge at the #StandWithUs Benefit for @baxterstccny (click on their bio for tix) – and I don’t mean the typical sit-down dinner, I’m talking about a full on voguing ballroom dance off 👟🏆👟, hosted by House Father Joseph from the House of Old Navy & honoring 🌟visionaries🌟 @juneambrose @sadiebarnette @naylandwblake #françoisegirard #davidknott…And if after a few hours you’ve sweat 💦💦💦through your shirt, we got you with covered with our @zoebuckman limited edition swag tee’s 👕 👚👕👚
The countdown is on ⏰, come dance, let loose & celebrate our honorees who inspire the rising artists in the @baxterstccny program whose mission is to foster and support a community and dialogue around emerging contemporary lens-based artists.
#March6 #baxterstccny #vogue #juneambrose #sadiebarnette #naylandwblake #zoebuckman #shariloeffler #freedomofexpression #werq #sweat #lensbasedartists
We love Zoë! Check out some work by extraordinary artist and Baxter St at CCNY Board Member Zoë Buckman! Link in bio to buy one of the Limited Edition T-shirts she’s making for our March 6th STAND WITH US Benefit!
@zoebuckman #ZoeBuckman #champ #baxterstccny #artgallery #fineart #art #artofinstagram #artwork #STANDWITHUS
Thanks for following along, this has been @sammargevicius for The Camera Club of New York at Baxter Street. I’d like to leave you with one of my favorite poems by the great Argentine author Jorge Luis Borges.
Ars Poetica (1960)
To gaze at a river made of time and water
And remember Time is another river.
To know we stray like a river
and our faces vanish like water.
To feel that waking is another dream
that dreams of not dreaming and that the death
we fear in our bones is the death
that every night we call a dream.
To see in every day and year a symbol
of all the days of man and his years,
and convert the outrage of the years
into music, a sound, and a symbol.
To see in death a dream, in the sunset
a golden sadness–such is poetry,
humble and immortal, poetry,
returning, like dawn and the sunset.
Sometimes in the evening there’s a face
that sees us from the depths of a mirror.
Art must be that sort of mirror,
disclosing to each of us his face.
They say Ulysses, wearied of wonders,
wept with love on seeing Ithaca,
humble and green. Art is that Ithaca,
a green eternity, not wonders.
Art is endless like a river flowing,
passing, yet remaining, a mirror to the same
inconstant Heraclitus, who is the same
and yet another, like the river flowing.