Thursday, December 8, 2011


“Split Frame”: Two Artists Inaugurate a New Gallery Space in Noyac

When Ryan F. Kennedy and Ingrid Silva decided to host an exhibition of their artwork, they set out to find an empty storefront in Sag Harbor that could act as a temporary gallery.

“But the owners were not interested in renting for a month,” explains Silva.

Then Kennedy, who frequents Jimmy Jim’s Deli on Noyac Road, spoke to owner Jim Daga (himself an artist) and learned that a small storefront adjacent to the deli was fixed up and ready to go.

Though Noyac is a place to grab some groceries, a bottle of wine, or a bite to eat, it has never truly had a gathering center. But last Saturday when Silva and Kennedy opened their new show, “Split Frame,” they inaugurated the Noyac Community Gallery a space that just might become the heart of the hamlet. The show runs through December 17, 2011 and the gallery is divided in half by yellow tape on the floor delineating Silva’s portion of the show from Kennedy’s.

This Saturday, December 10, 2011 Silva and Kennedy offer an Artist Talk from 3 to 5 p.m. at the gallery. Though the two are close friends, their artistic styles are very different — Silva addresses issues of female perception in her photographs while Kennedy’s multi-media artwork is part of a long term conceptual film project on the transcendent history (and yet to be written future) of mankind. Yet as artists, each has found the perspective of the other invaluable.

“We hang out and we talk a lot even if we don’t work on the same project,” explains Silva. “We communicate our thoughts about one another’s work.”

“They are pretty drastic, our differences,” adds Kennedy. “She comes with this journalistic lens and I’m doing a video and installation piece. But we’re artists and friends who can push each other and see that other angle.”

Silva, a native of Lima, Peru has a background in journalistic photography and is a graduate of the University of Peru who has lived on the East End since 2008. But in her current work, Silva has moved away from journalistic photography to a more subjective expression of the medium. Her photographs are printed on aluminum sheet metal and have an antique quality to them. In addition to imagery of coastal scenes, on view in this show is a project she calls “One,” a series of female nudes presented in concert with visual elements that in some way interfere with the full vision of the figure.

“The concept is all the layers and social pressures imposed on women,” she explains. “I’m using the body as a canvas to make as statement on things that bother me or I feel are present in society a lot.”

From an armchair concealing all but a woman’s leg, and a nude figure subtly reflected in a mirror, to an image of a woman standing behind patterned fabric held aloft by mysterious hands, for Silva, the work makes a statement on women’s role in society and how they are controlled or held back.

“I was always into photography, the documentary and journalistic side, but living here has opened my eyes to something different,” says Silva. “That’s why I show nude photos with a layer on top. There is always something covering them, either it oppresses or protects, helps or doesn’t help you. Many times it’s preconceived ideas that your parents put in your head.”

Kennedy, who studied textiles at FIT, works in the multi-media realm and his offerings in the show are portions of a larger whole — a film in progress entitled “Prometheus.” On his side of the gallery scenes from the film are projected on five screens and a large storyboard collage documenting the process is also displayed. Kennedy has produced a series of zines for the show as well — booklets of original art — featuring poetry, production stills from the filming process, drawing and collage, and is also showing costumes made for the film.

“The film itself brings this agent, a black figure, through the transcendent history of man and social patterns we’ve gone through. Toward the end, he comes to a broad realization and he enters the next stage of humanity,” explains Kennedy. “The different parts of humanity are based on primary colors. Primitive is yellow, blue is middle ages, and red represents a new agent bringing love as the next step.”

For Kennedy, the goal is to look at truth, not as a case of pitting religious against scientific beliefs, but rather an evolution of the sprit and understanding of higher realms that have not yet been realized by human consciousness.

“I’m an artist who reads a lot of Scientific American,” explains Kennedy. “Darwin won truth 200 years ago when evolution won over religion. I think in time something will win over evolution. I think truth is contextual based.”

“I’m trying to send flexibility to people’s thoughts about the future — it can be what we like it to be — a sense of hope and a lot of good things.”

By Annette Hinkle

Noyac Community Gallery is located at 3348 Noyac Road.

Top: Ingrid Silva and Ryan F. Kennedy during the opening of Split Frame at the Noyac Community Gallery on December 3, 2011. (Michael Heller photo).

Friday, November 25, 2011


















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Thursday, November 3, 2011

SPLIT FRAME



Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Thursday, September 29, 2011

NEW WRITTEN WORD

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- Zine - V1 - Social Sculpture -

The zine is entitled "social sculpture" its pages contain a variety of text and visual compositions (drawings, embroidery and collage) that challenges our modernistic existence formed from constraints of duality and what Freud coined "the super ego". Exposing its limitations and destructive habits whom perpetuate ignorance whilst spreading self indulgence.

There are only 51 originals/copies of this edition whose size is 11" x 17" soft cover, there is no original because these 51 where produced by creating not only page layouts yet also that layouts composition placed on the copy machine holds layers and elements not found on the layout page. Continuing these editions artistic process beyond the copy machine each is uniquely numbered/signed along with handmade bindings and covers completed their artistic process.

Below is an excerpt from the zine along with a few images:

Excerpt from An Apple Pie Existence...


"whilst few find themselves beyond conflict and chose not to label yet depict
that scattered or stacked nothing is fact
as it is a loss of values applied to our every stride

the way we train our children and treat a lover
the way we live un-peaceably amongst each other"








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beginning







middle







end

Saturday, September 3, 2011

come in...

come in

come in

to this one last dinner
for you my sinner
as the darkness i see
settles around times of the

come in

come in

tis a small world positioned
and i am no cup conditioned
without your way of going
longer my welcome for you showing

come in

come in

as life changes
of wires pull the stranges
and rustled trees pass the centuries
you are back to going a tease

come in

come in


whats offered to lend
you are not family nor friend
yet you mange the silly way
of such things i say

come in

come in

for implying the breath of you
the right of this way stay true
a wound up toy i be
for the flesh of the

come in

come in

when you have no one to keep warm
know i can't hurt in the storm
palms extending with light
a book never ending you fight

come in

come in

warned of the awful things
your longing a miss that stings
burnt the clothing of blind
naked absence lacks this mind

come in

come in

there is warmth here
turn around embrace the queer
this one hand who lays to love
as i hear the generous above

come in

come in

share the days with me
send your ways to the
call to me when blue
fighting your evil i shall do

come in

come in

to have your very here
devil or angel i dare not fear
when you walk in there goes loneliness
lay here for its you i miss


come in

come in






.....................................RFK'11

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

an apple pie existence

a century ago, still we where an agricultural society
now, plowed lands are of lost propriety
for steady the growth of our material choices
from shamefully shallow and hallow homes are self echoed voices

as it is us who are the wasted, the un-functional the un-fair
standing shadowed on a spiraled stare
as it is us who've become enamored by our themes,
cars boats our un-sizable dreams
loosing values in the ever growing ease
of pix-elated color tv's

now part of the city its brutal artifice we face problems and pressures
stressing desperate measures
its entirety a fabrication of self undressing
an urban masking of the natural blessing
for how attractive the guilty conscious
of the miss-man-nerd stanches
as wealthy professions indulge upon
the green the manicured the lawn
and frown for finding their yacht's far to small
yet in some way don't we all

so they stand not alone
but a chorus of single tone
for our desire to join their ranks
we ourselves become the skanks
in the double standards of duality
lies this self constrained reality

as we are all the dilettante of endless want.
and it is i
and you who

have sold out to the world in which we are
stopping short to lower the bar

whilst few find themselves beyond conflict
and chose not to label yet depict
that scattered or stacked
nothing is fact

it is a loss of values applied
to our every stride

the way we train our children and treat a lover
the way we live un-peaceably amongst each other

as no longer we are quiet in the land nor bestill in the heart
for now we play a parody a part

as we live in a society that is geared
to making money and ruling the feared
preserving each our "way" of life
without examining the specifics of our strife.

as there are many good things about an apple pie existence

though questionable our current slice
to which we dare not think twice
as apples picked out of country and out of season
the unknown farmer poorly paid for no good reason
sells his sugar the cane of coke
whose brown bubbles choke
the people, the effort, the value of baked bread
now packaged sliced and fed


though answers are to be found
with intent and inner sound
here we'll come to find
the same of every kind
and see for each the other
of our own an inward lover
which in we accept our sin
and soon begin
turning blind eyes
towards our ugly our inhuman our lies
no longer we'll trick the self
thinking there is a shelf
to put and place one above another
truly seeing the same, one mother

then and there
amidst this honest care
matched by our intent
our actions no longer unmeant

we can see and serve
the equal we all deserve

for there and then
is when
we need not dread
the unknown,
the future ahead





rfk 2011
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

NEW WRITTEN WORDS

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