Phillip Lopate describes the shape of Manhattan Island as‘a luxury liner, permanently docked, going nowhere’. This feeling of being tethered to the land, unable to get to sea, was a feature of New York life for much of the twentieth century. New York was an island without a coast. The West Side piers that once welcomed the Lusitania spent most of the twentieth century crumbling or behind barbed wire, while the East Side’s coves and points were cut off from pedestrians by six lanes of the Robert Moses-designed Franklin Delano Roosevelt Drive. It wasn’t much easier to reach the shores of Brooklyn, Queens or the Bronx, either: with a few exceptions, they were largely reserved for municipal or industrial use, and easiest to see from the Staten Island Ferry (en route to the borough with the most beaches). Now, slowly, the city is reclaiming its shoreline, with some spectacular results.

8.30.09p by Roger Borg


BODY OF WATER: Hudson River


Artist Statement

Through observation and speculation I test the world and its workings.  What is of paramount interest to me is its nature at the most base level.  How circumstances arise.  How sequences form and events unfold.  How single narratives merge with others, giving rise to more complex interactions.  How information is transcribed within the fluid column of time.  How the present moment comes to be, and how it is continually steered into the next. At this boundary of present and future, possibility reigns supreme.  Infinity rules what may be.  Permutations abound.  But beyond this cusp emerges only a single lone instance of what is and what has become.  It is with deference to these thoughts, and within this context, that my work is born.

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