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Exchange: Emerging and Established Artists Come Together

Constance Merriman and I collaborated on this photo experiment which we exhibited in the Landscape Thinks Itself In Us show in January 2010.  It will be showing at the Exchange in a more intimate format from February 5th until April 17th. The exact same video file is posted below to Vimeo. I heard they [...]

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Exhibition Framing Statement

The Landscape Thinks Itself In Us

19th Century French painter, Paul Cezanne, once wrote in a letter to a friend; ‘the landscape thinks itself in me… and I am its consciousness’. It is this relationship between the land and us, the intertwined and interdependent relationship between the observer and the observed, the inhabitant and the inhabited, that is the focus of [...]

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Exhibition Opening Night

The Landscape Thinks Itself In Us

Nice party on January 21st, 2010. Dartington College in Devon, England. We had roughly 50-60 people over the course of the evening.

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Dwelling: a trans-atlantic collaboration

Exchange: Emerging and Established Artists Come Together
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I am very lucky to have been invited to collaborate on an artwork with my longtime Pittsburgh friend, STUDIO collegue and fellow landscape painter, Connie Merriman.  She asked if I would like to work with her for the Associate Artists of Pittsburgh Centenial Exhibition.  Pittsburgh is a very special place for me, and it’s magnetic [...]

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Announcing an Exhibition

The Landscape Thinks Itself In Us
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Paintings by Noel Hefele
Curated by Joanna O’Donovan
January 21st – 24th 2010
Preview with Drinks Reception
Thursday January 21, 7-9pm
STUDIO 8
Lower Close
Dartington College of Art Campus
Totnes, Devon.
Join us over the weekend for a discussion about a town in transition; reflecting on a vision of Totnes in 2011.
Further Details will come after Christmas!

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Pirate Utopia in the Presence of High Way Desolation

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Last night, in Philadelphia, I fell into a Pirate Utopia entirely enabled by the construction of I-95. It was 2 a.m. in the morning and we played music loud with the front door open. The rest of the buildings on the block had long since crumbled away from the negative effect of the [...]

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