A long way but not far. Life continues to fly by as I recently celebrated my 65th birthday. At the passing of each year, I seem to have developed a greater need to remember those who have made a difference. Last July I was honored to present a banner installation in West Hollywood Park, Sunset Plaza, and Plummer Park in West Hollywood, California for VOICE/Art in Odd Places. West Hollywood Park When developing my proposal, it was obvious that I would turn to Paul Monette's, 18 Elegies for Rog . Roger Horwitz was Paul's partner who died from AIDS in 1986. These poems had both helped to inspire and heal me. Paul died from AIDS in 1995 in West Hollywood. His was the voice of AIDS when few would talk about it. Being able to bring his words into such public spaces, 30 years after his death, was a great privilege.  During the development of doing this project, I had months to relive so many events of my life in particular the passing of my partner, Carlos Breton. He died a few months...

 Further reflexion on revisiting Mexico Emotions certainly ran high through my days spent in Mexico. Seems memories lurked around each corner. Some of the best days of my life were spent here. The 2 people I use tot ravel to Mexico with have both passed away .  I imaged them with me as I walked this vast  metropolis. One night me, Melindo, and our friend Leonel went to visit Tenampa. Tenampa was made famous being mentioned in various 1960's  songs by some of Mexico's most legendary singers. Tenampa is a mariachi bar located in Plaza Garibaldi. The last time I was in Plaza Garibaldi was with my friend Bill Bayes. "Bill and I at Plaza Garibaldi 2002" Bill owned Ansley Art and Frame in Atlanta and had framed my work for years. We quickly became friends.  I would sit for hours listening to his tales of travel and mischief. In 2002, we would meet in Mexico City for Christmas. He would show me his side of "D.F." and I would show him mine often putting him in a tax...

The emotional return to Mexico City. Late in 2024, I was asked by Pablo Solano  to show my paintings at his gallery,  Galeria POZO.  I had met Pablo in Quetzaltenango last year as he travels to "Xela" several times a year.  We had an immediate connection. "Terry 1963" "Terry 1963" left in Pablo's studio in Tultepec I thought this would be a great opportunity and an excuse to visit Mexico again. I could have not asked for more in an exhibition. Love was everywhere. Hard to believe it had been 29 years (1996) since first coming to Mexico City. That was my first international trip traveling with my dear friend, Richard Crowe. We would meet his friend, Rodrigo, who lived in the city. The reason for going to Mexico was to travel to Tomatlan, Veracruz to  visit the former home and grave of my late partner, Carlos Breton Garcia (Tirso). Carlos died of AIDS on August 15,1995. A Tuesday night at 8:52 pm.  One never forgets the time and place. Richard, Rodrigo, ...

 Rio If I was going to run away and hide from the world,  I just might pick Rio de Janeiro. A certain casualness and realness with an unmatchable landscape/seascape.  I had booked enough nights here to relax and explore areas  off the guided tours path. Terry and Kim on Rua Bolivar. I had an roommate in the 1980s that fell in love with Rio  and moved there.  Have not heard from him in years. I imagined running into him on Copacabana Beach. Terry and Dad 1961 in Santa Teresa The old neighborhood of Santa Teresa was a place of deep reflection and history. Would loved to have had more time to wander these steep streets. Perhaps another time. The last day there was beautiful. Perfect weather and time to think about just how fortunate I am to have been able to spend a week here. I can only hope that someone encounters my photographs and takes a few moments to slow down, reflect and breath.

   A day at sea I have a problem relaxing.  It usually takes 4 days away from my day-to-day to be able to slightly let go. This trip proved to be no exception. After a day at sea we arrived to Montevideo. A spotless town even when rain drenched. I envisioned a life in this small country. A country very forward thinking...and acting. Terry crying (1964) I left a photograph here, near the port, in the afternoon rain. A return to the ship and the following day an early morning arrival to Buenos Aires. I had always imagined how wonderful this South American mega city would be. With her endless boulevards and parks, Buenos Aires is vast.  Terry in first grade (1967) It was here that we visited the art museum, MALBA.  It was here that I encountered a painting by Antonio Berni that made me weep.  That has only happened twice before. Manifestacion (1934), Antonio Berni The following day we were invited to the home of Mirta Toledo.  I would be curating a show f...

To the bottom of the world and heading back north We made it around the tip of South America and arrived at the Falkland Islands. Being so close to Antartica brought on unexpected feelings of being on the edge of earth and wanting to go further. I have never had a desire to visit Antartica before today. Perhaps it was all the refrigerator magnets and sweatshirts at all the shops of Ashuaia, Argentina. Somehow the idea of isolation and detachment has become more desirable.  Something to consider.  The Falkland Islands have been a land of wars and uprisings for generations. The strategic location has been coveted by many countries.  Port Stanley, a small town of 3,600 is her capitol and a simple place with more people than trees and many more penguins than people. This is their world. The simple architecture and a handful of gifts shops anxiously await the next cruise ship's arrival which doubles the population if only for a day. It was on a simple hillside that I left a ph...

 Lost in Punto Arenas We arrived to Punto Arenas with her awe inspiring snow capped mountains and crystal clear waters. It was cold even in the height of her summer. Such a beautiful pristine place. A place that started as a penile colony and was thought to be cursed.  The first public cemetery in the country that allowed more than Catholics to be buried there.  A more inclusive town. The overlook at Punta Arenas I immediately wanted to stay longer. It was here that I would leave a photograph from this project as it is such a special place that I would love to revisit in the future and would consider living here for periods of time perhaps only in the summer months. Me kissing the foot of a figure on the Monumento a Hernando De Magellanes As fate would have it, I became so caught up in Punto Arenas that  I forgot to leave a photograph and information.  But remembering I did kiss the foot on the  Monumento a Hernando De Magellanes... I will certainly return....

Hola Santiago. Santiago has been on my radar for decades for no apparent reason. I knew nothing about this place. It is just a place I needed to visit. Santiago ha estado en mi radar durante décadas sin razón aparente. No sabía nada de este lugar. Simplemente era un lugar que necesitaba visitar.  Me at 1 month   Last year while planning this trip, I learned someone I had known for years playing volleyball had moved to Santiago. Yet another reason to go. It was so great to see Drew again and delve into the past and share our love and happiness with  relocating to Latin America. I had not had an opportunity to have such a conversation.  Thank you Drew. El año pasado, mientras planeaba este viaje, me enteré de que alguien a quien conocía desde hacía años jugando al voleibol se había mudado a Santiago. Otra razón más para ir. Fue genial volver a ver a Drew y rememorar el pasado y compartir nuestro amor y felicidad al mudarnos a Latinoamérica. No había tenido la oportunid...

 The Journey Continues Falta una semana para que continúe este experimento, Mi viaje me llevó a ti. Como parte de mi práctica artística, sigo explorando mi desarraigo y mortalidad mientras intento encontrar respuestas y conectarme con otras personas con ideas afines. La próxima serie de fotografías y recuerdos se publicarán en Santiago de Chile, Patagonia, Buenos Aires, Montevideo, y Río de Janeiro.  It is one week until this experiment, My Journey Led Me To You , continues. As a part of my art practice, I continue to explore my uprootedness and mortality while  attempting to find answers and connect to other like-minded individuals. The next series of photographs and memories will be relinquished in Santiago, Chile, Patagonia, Buenos Aires, Montevideo, and  Rio de Janeiro.

  7th Avenue to the Hudson River Today was a mix of emotions as I ran into many old friends from the past. Starting out at Hudson River Park. Saddened by the gentrification happening in New York and most large cities. The displacement. The never going back. The desire to remember, feel, know what was. Today ends the 2024 Art in Odd Places. My journey led me to you continues. Thanks so much to the festival organizers and volunteers. Art in Odd Places (AiOP) 2024: CARE is curated by Patricia Miranda and Christopher Kaczmarek. Curatorial Manager: Valentina Zamora. Producer: Robin Schatell. Founder & Director: Ed Woodham. artinoddplaces.org Follow the festival at Instagram @hardyspace  @ArtinOddPlaces Official festival hashtag #AIOPCare

The Evolution of 14th Street Having walked 14th street for decades, it is amazing all the changes. Big box stores are moving in. Areas once gritty now squeaky clean. As rental prices continue to increase the idea of temporary art and performance continues to decrease. Many might embrace this change. Others long for days gone by. Change is becoming increasingly harder for me. As with this project, nostalgia and remembering are often all we have left.  Art in Odd Places (AiOP) 2024: CARE is curated by Patricia Miranda and Christopher Kaczmarek. Curatorial Manager: Valentina Zamora. Producer: Robin Schatell. Founder & Director: Ed Woodham. artinoddplaces.org Follow the festival at Instagram @hardyspace  @ArtinOddPlaces Official festival hashtag #AIOPCare

  The first day of letting go. Revisiting 14th Street yesterday morning, remembering previous projects as I walked along. Searching for locations to place, hang, stand my historic photographs. How long will they survive? Who will take them? Will someone be moved by an encounter? How do I feel? I admit that releasing some of the photos is not as easy. A bit separation anxiety.  A bit profound loss. It brings up so many emotions just the simple action of leaving  photographs in the city I love. El primer día de dejar ir. Volví a visitar la calle 14 ayer por la mañana, recordando proyectos anteriores mientras caminaba. Busqué lugares para colocar, colgar, colocar mis fotografías históricas. ¿Cuánto tiempo sobrevivirán? ¿Quién las tomará? ¿Alguien se conmoverá con un encuentro? ¿Cómo me siento? Admito que dejar ir algunas de las fotos no es tan fácil. Un poco de ansiedad por la separación. Un poco de pérdida profunda. El simple acto de dejar fotografías en la ciudad que amo t...

  My journey led me to you Family 1961 Prior to my Mother's death in 2018, she divided up family photographs between me and my 2 siblings. My journey led me to you is a selection of these photographs from this inherited family archive.  Installed along 14th Street in Manhattan, these nostalgic "mini memorials" give passersby a chance to reflect upon their own childhoods, family dynamics and personal experiences as I leave pieces of my life along the way. Antes de la muerte de mi madre en 2018, ella dividió las fotografías familiares entre mis dos hermanos y yo. Mi viaje me llevó a ti es una selección de estas fotografías de este archivo familiar heredado. Instalados a lo largo de la calle 14 en Manhattan, estos nostálgicos "mini monumentos" brindan a los transeúntes la oportunidad de reflexionar sobre sus propias infancias, dinámicas familiares y experiencias personales mientras dejo fragmentos de mi vida en el camino. My journey led me to you kicks off today i...