feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile

Result #1

feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile barrier of water, the boundary of the citys street. In this scene, one finds the maturation of the city, the final recovery of the citys urban identity, the creation of a world of human contact and communion, of human activity and the social environment. In this, the city seems to offer itself to the world as a means of transcending the tensions of its isolation and alienation. As we see in the works of these two artists, the city becomes an arena for the constant struggle between the desire for autonomy and the desire for contact.The works of Shahn and Hecker demonstrate that contact is not simply a metaphor for the desire for autonomy. In the past Shahn has used cityscapes as a site for her sculptures, and this show included two pieces, both of which were also in the gallery. The first work is a series of paintings and drawings based on photographs of the city. The images are of the city as a field of occupation. The fields of occupation are often in a city that has become a battleground. The images show the city as a place of war. In one, the front of a building is crossed by a column of police, and the figure of a woman with a child, who seems to be hiding from the police, is silhouetted against the buildings facade. In another, a woman in a kaffiyeh is silhouetted against a field of plowed fields. In another work, a man who has been shot at is silhouetted against a building with the windows down. Shahn uses photography to make the city illegible, to render it a battlefield.The city is also a metaphor for the artist. Shahn uses photographs to make the city illegible by making it illegible to the viewer. The city is a battlefield, and so the city is also an image, a reality. The city is a place where the artist plays the role of the soldier. It is the city that is a battlefield.

Result #2

feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile mass. the dull stench of the earth, the stench of the sea. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the sea. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the earth. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the sea. the smell of the earth. the smell of the earth. the smell of the earth.

Result #3

feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile. A piece of a dead hand, a hand that has been broken, the crushed hand of a child, the hand of the wife of the painter, the hand of the painter who has been beaten by the artist, the hand of the painter who has lost his art, the hand of the artist who has fallen into the hands of the authorities. A black hand, an arm broken, a hand that is, in a sense, nothing, an arm that has lost its name and identity. A hand that is a hand without a name and a hand without a name and a name and identity. The hand of the painter, the hand that has no name, that has lost its name, the hand that is nothing but an absence, nothing but an absence. The hand that has been broken, the hand that has nothing to do with the name and the name that once were the works of art, the hand that is the absence of the name and the name that have been destroyed. The hand that has been broken, the hand that has nothing to do with the name and the name that once were the works of art, the hand that is nothing but an absence, nothing but an absence. The hand that has been broken, the hand that has nothing to do with the name and the name that once were the works of art, the hand that is nothing but an absence, nothing but an absence. A hand that is a hand without a name and a name and identity. The hand that has been broken, the hand that has nothing to do with the name and the name that once were the works of art, the hand that is nothing but an absence, nothing but an absence. The hand that has been broken, the hand that has nothing to do with the name and the name that once were the works of art, the hand that is nothing but an absence, nothing but an absence. A hand that is a hand without a name and a name and identity.

Result #4

feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile. the wavering surface of a shiny, hot-pink surface. the nostalgic surface of a past that has vanished. the surface of a past that has become nostalgic. the atmosphere of the luminous, silken surface. the glimmer of a past that has become luminous. the glow of a past that has become luminous. the foggy air of a past that has become foggy. the phantom of a past that has vanished. the luminous fog of a past that has become ghostly. the ghost of a past that has become ghostly. the glow of a past that has become ghostly. the glow of a past that has become ghostly. the glow of a past that has become luminous. the glow of a past that has become luminous. the glow of a past that has become luminous. the foggy fog of a past that has become foggy. the foggy haze of a past that has become foggy. the foggy haze of a past that has become foggy. the foggy haze of a past that has become foggy. the foggy haze of a past that has become foggy. the foggy haze of a past that has become foggy. the foggy haze of a past that has become foggy. the foggy haze of a past that has become foggy. the foggy haze of a past that has become foggy. the foggy haze of a past that has become foggy. the foggy haze of a past that hasbecome foggy. the foggy haze of a past that hasbecome foggy. the foggy haze of a past that hasbecome foggy. the foggy haze of a past that hasbecome foggy.

Result #5

feeling dark green brown, dirt in a luxurious sphere, the grounded shadow of the ground, in a plastic sun. a hug to the inhospitable sailor. the mild haze of the invisible tactile. the lingering sheen of the skin, the softness of the skin, the whiteness of the skin, the urethane foam of a kind of light-filled coffin. a soothingly luminous, almost understated, almost imperceptible light. a sheen of the wood, the wood of the wood, the metal of the metal. the elegance of the wood, the elegance of the wood, the elegance of the metal. the intimacy of the wood, the intimacy of the wood, the elegance of the metal. the light of the wood, the light of the wood, the intimacy of the wood. the immensity of the wood, the immensity of the metal, the immensity of the metal. the intimacy of the metal, the immensity of the metal, the immensity of the metal. the intimacy of the metal, the immensity of the metal, the immensity of the metal. the immensity of the metal, the immensity of the metal, the immensity of the metal. the intimacy of the metal, the immensity of the metal, the immensity of the metal. the immensity of the metal, the immensity of the metal, the immensity of the metal. the immensity of the metal, the immensity of the metal, the immensity of the metal. the intimacy of the wood, the immensity of the wood, the intimacy of the wood, the intimacy of the wood, the intimacy of the wood, the intimacy of the wood. the intimacy of the wood, the immensity of the wood, the intimacy of the wood, the intimacy of the wood, the intimacy of the wood, the intimacy of the wood. the immensity of the wood, the immensity of the wood, the immensity of the metal.