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Dead Horse Bay: The Glass Graveyard of Brooklyn

Dead Horse Bay: The Glass Graveyard of Brooklyn at Urban Glass, February 1 - April 1, 2017 with work by Mark SplatterSee some of my assemblage/preservation specimen work in this show curated by Allison Meier at Urban Glass, Brooklyn. The show focuses on Dead Horse Bay, a little known New York beach park on Jamaica Bay, where refuse of several decades can be found washing ashore. Among the detritus, horse bones, remnants of the bone rendering plants from the turn of the century give the place its name. The place has been an inspiration to some of my work; I find it’s glass bottles and bones, old toys and everyday objects in various states of tide and weather worn decay fascinating.

Pieces on view by Mark Splatter at Urban Glass, Brooklyn: Pwet specimen and assemblage from Dead Horse BayThe show opened February 1 and remains on view until April 1, 2017. I have three pieces on view, two of them are wet preserved specimens: Seahorse and Irwin, both of which utilize decorative Assemblage in the style of Frederik Ruysch, and another is a Natural History Sculpture using only elements from DHB.

https://urbanglass.org/events/detail/dead-horse-bay-the-glass-graveyard-of-brooklyn

Oddities From A Gowanus Apartment

New York Times - "Oddities From A Gowanus Apartment", Brooklyn Historical Society and City Reliquary present Collector's Night 2014In October 2014, Brooklyn Historical Society and City Reliquary presented Collector’s Night 2014. I was included as one of the Collectors, and the article in the New York Times was titled “Where Cockroach Legs and Snow White Have Something In Common” and a slideshow subtitled “Oddities From A Gowanus Apartment”. A photographer was sent to my apartment in Gowanus/Park Slope and snapped a few of my collection pieces. These photographs are directly from the article photographed by Karsten Moran. You’ll see a collection of antique carving and butcher knives, stereo views, skulls, keys, and wet specimens I have both collected and prepared. Also a pretty good portrait of myself by the very talented photographer who was able to get some great exposures out of glass in a very small environment!

http://www.nytimes.com/2014/07/17/nyregion/where-cockroach-legs-and-snow-white-have-something-in-common.html?_r=0#

Tannhäuser Gate

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Today was one of those C-Beam days, I thought to myself. I love my bike. On a biketrail through Brooklyn, passing by dozens of attractive little streets, acquainting myself with new neighborhoods and upping my bistro, gallery and studio vocabulary. I stopped for an espresso at a little cafe in Dumbo. Dusk was just coming on when I found my trail at the base of Brooklyn Bridge Park, and the sun sank patiently ahead of me and ever to the right, creating brilliant colors on the puddles of the pavement, and drawing out extra tones of reds and oranges from the brick houses dashing by. This was definitly the wrong week to take up epilepsy, as spoked iron fences made the sun a giant strobo. With C-Beams on my mind, I recall how I was only a few months ago before the gates of Elsinore. Now, I’m passing by Tannhäuser Gate.
I haven’t been getting my usual dose of travel, clearly. In it’s stead I’ve been losing myself in books, and as usual, films. Sketching out allegories and scribbling away dreams and fragments. A mountain of fragments. One of my favorite authors lately has been Ferdinand Céline, first with ‘Guignols Band’ and ‘Death on the Installment Plan’, while I wait for ‘Journey to the End of the Night’ to pop up used in one of my favorite NYC bookshops (East Village Books, The Strand, Mast Books) I stumbled on ‘Wagner The Werewolf’ (speaking of Tannhäuser…) by George Reynolds, which reads like a cheap, outdated serialized romance novel. Which is exactly what it is, and I’m loving it – one of the first tales of werewolves in the modern (Victorian) era. Certainly no Bram Stoker or Mary Shelley, it does have a certain appeal, and it runs better than Glenn Duncan’s recent ‘The Last Werewolf’ which lost its ground trying to fuse the werewolf mythos with the inevitability of modern technology, but moreso in the crossover of preternatural sub-society, in addition to the sappy vampires. Still a worthwhile read, but only three out of 5 stars, one star being awarded purely on the horror point. Another of those stars goes to the graphic sex; playing up the hormones of the lupine race managed to hit to bell on the pinball machine on multiple and rapid successions. The sequel to ‘The Last Werewolf’ just came out, called ‘Talullah Rising’, Talullah being the lycanthropic successor to the until previously thought, *last* werewolf.

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