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Kraus

In her essay, "Photography's Discursive Spaces," Kraus claims that " this constitution of the work of art as a representation of its own space of exhibition is in fact what we know as the history of modernism."  What does she mean?  What is the "space of exhibition" and how does a work of art (in this case, landscape photography or painting) represent that space?

NY Ink.

 Art, as defined by some, is the tangible expression of our views, passions, and talents. While this definition encompasses a large variety of pursuits, one that I find most interesting is tattooing. Although tattoos are viewed more today as unprofessional and more typical of young people, they have been around since ancient times. Past peoples have decorated their bodies with portrayals of their Gods, indications of their rank and social standing, and sentimental pieces with meanings only known to them. The latter, I find is the most beautiful.

Patty's picture

On a break in Union Square.

Yes- finally, the long awaited break between my morning and afternoon classes.

Sitting on a bench in a New York park is almost as having a front seat on one of the fashion shows; a display of outfits, personalities and social classes. One second there is a beautiful, tall woman wearing high heel that passes in front of me, second later a beggar with half of a shoe. It makes we wonder what makes people so different. How come some of us become an international businessman, while other retains himself to garbage man?

A boring trip on the bus turned out to be not so boring after all

 Today I went to visit my family in New Jersey. On the bus I met a 22-year-old man, Marty, from Kentucky. He was staying at his friend’s house in New Jersey, and was a little confused about which stop to get off at. Luckily we were going to the same place so I was able to show him where to get off the bus. We started talking and he explained that this was his first trip to New York. In fact, this was the first time he had ever been on a plane. He told me how he was so nervous about getting on the plane that his skin turned pale like my skin.

NEW YORK FAShion

 

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