degarbara

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misconstrue series (Oil on Canvas)

2009-01-18T22:15:00.001-08:00

f(ph)ac(s)es series 1 (Charcoal on Paper; Oil on Canvas)

2009-01-18T22:07:00.000-08:00

f(ph)ac(s)es series 2 (Charcoal on Paper; Ink on Paper)

2009-01-18T20:38:00.000-08:00

In the Studio

2008-09-04T21:46:00.001-07:00

at midnight tears fall into your ears (remains)

2008-09-04T21:28:00.001-07:00

at midnight tears fall into your ears (performance) (Paper, Yarn, Flour, Body; Drawing in Space)

2008-09-04T21:23:00.001-07:00

at midnight tears fall into your ears

2008-09-04T21:21:00.001-07:00

Apprehensions (gauze, dry ink, tacks)

2008-09-04T21:15:00.001-07:00

Collaboration

2008-09-04T21:12:00.000-07:00

Immersion (Ink, Tissue Paper Dye on Paper)

2008-09-04T21:10:00.001-07:00

Vessles (Ink, Rainwater, Tracing Paper, Watercolor on Paper)

2008-09-04T21:06:00.001-07:00

bruises, marks, stains (Ink, Rainwater, Tea, on Paper)

2008-09-04T21:05:00.001-07:00

Red Spot (Ink on Tracing Paper)

2008-09-04T21:00:00.001-07:00

ironed stain (Ink on Tracing Paper)

2008-09-04T20:46:00.001-07:00

2008-09-03T20:40:00.000-07:00

eaten by weedy greens from under a pool where stars govern a life
annihilated by the smile of iceboxes
impressed with his garlands of magic
sucked the crowd's last tear and turned away...

apprehensions...as angels swim in them, the sun dissolves and bleeds its lights...

although they taste like vinegar and shine as though an acetic star, i continue to collect those tears...

remembering the time when i undraped her shoulders and solaced her until cock's crowing...

ran around in a circle that breached out into alley ways, leaving me frazzled, mortified, and frail...

scared by the prospect of being away...as excitement oozes toward the entrance to a new chapter, time draws toward its close here...

...bewildered by vague fog, looked for like mail-wishing to make the mute turnip speak and raise her feet to stars-

does not want much of a present
does not want to adhere to rules
am ready for enormity-
filling veins with invisibles and killing what i can...

sweetly, sweetly i breathe in, filling my veins with invsibles, with the million probable motes that tick the years off my life....i have fallen a long way as clouds flowered blue and mystical over the face of the stars...

could smell bitter strawberries as i swam in your eyes with vague terror-

playful, snapped, and pleading memories with collected tear drops from the marble floor

physically and emotionally revolted by the horrifying transgression, but still in an impasse-wanting to take another chance in the horrible phase of expectation

knowing actions have consequences, the slightest behavior means something, and like physics, nothing happens without an effect...

wanting to count on someone and asking whether it's hard to count on or knowing that i am being counted upon

making sense out of random things and picking up pieces of left over emotions
thinking of that face that still makes me cry

craving to breathe that breath

mesmerized

still alive...

have been through a battle and shared a special bond...have tried making sense out of war stories...had though I had cosmically caused the accident...amazed by how we blame ourselves...picked up the pieces

substancless blue...is there hope? or is it given up?

have tasted mermaids-fatuous, like foreigh figs...bewelidered...saw a spinning blueness-van gogh stars, beneath her perliness

slept on marble floor and a tongue

incommunicative, sullen-unencumbered by foolish tears...nerves melting...unable to make things meaningful

slingshots, a whisper...a question, no answer

wanted you here, but it wanted you more-paralyzed cold

wanted a piece of sky... thought there was one for every lover

asked to reach the distant shore

the weight of the wait-dismayed by the terrifying realization-those seething desires

had been caught by you when i fell out of what i fell in

cumulus-were you...and i, crestfallen...longed for crescendo...craved to breathe your breath...yes...in the rain...and in sorrow...smearing smog...

does it belong to me...? the mark...the "coffee stain." flowing and trickling...trying to cling to earth. and then, slip away...yearning to be interwoven in the invisibles of rounded contours...

blistered, bleeding, breathing...forces of lust-disintegrating? or, do we dream...? it's only love...struggling stepping stones...

flawed fallible field of life drowning in dogged determination

eyes glazed in expectancy...breath-in rhythim of the stone roll of your heart...

2008-08-12T14:50:00.000-07:00

Now an MFA graduate...

At this time of transition, my instincts are more certain than my belief...am I afraid of things? NO... Art has allowed me to see life as a means to look within myself, discover, and grapple with issues pertaining to professional ethics and practices. Having graduated with a Masters in Fine Arts, I have grown to become an individual, and a visual artist who has developed a critical eye and strong conceptual ability, and to whom the process of creating is constant and cathartic. My enthusiasm to live and breath art has been strengthened as a result of my conscience delving into undercurrents of subject, form, and content.
I shall continue to pursue experiences in physical environmental encounters, remain a romantic within the performantive state of mind, and explore the crossroads of idea and habit, calculation and probability, provoked observations, and worlds out of time. Although abstract and poetic, my work has been consistently committed to cultural identity and combine both strength and sensitivity that are imbued with a marked autobiographical significance; the way the self is divided between both inner experience and outer experience, as well as being divided by communal ties and individual longings.

Spiritous Mists

2008-07-30T06:33:00.001-07:00

Spiritous Mists

2008-07-30T06:26:00.000-07:00

anchaal

2008-07-30T06:21:00.000-07:00

Lost, Last (Paper, Fabric, Body; A Drawing with Movement of Breath)

2008-05-07T22:45:00.001-07:00

2008-05-07T22:29:00.000-07:00

RESUME

SYED ZAMAN

2 Hornet Road, Swansea, MA 02777; 774-644-4641

swallowtherain@yahoo.com; www.degarbara.blogspot.com; myartspace.com

EDUCATION

2008 MFA, Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, Philadelphia, PA

2005 BFA, University of Massachusetts Amherst, Amherst, MA

American Art History, Mount Holyoke College

19th Century Realism, Hampshire College

2004 CAPA London Internship/Study Abroad Program, British/Modern Art History,

London, UK

AWARDS AND ACCOMPLISHMENTS

2007 Editor’s Choice Award, International Library of Photography, Owings Mills, MD

2000-2001 Award of Recognition for participation in the annual congressional art exhibition

2009 One of the 20 Winners of the NYAXE Gallery Digital Representation Competition

TEACHING EXPERIENCE

SPRING‘08 Graduate Teacher Assistant, Materials and Techniques,
Pennsylvania Academy, Philadelphia, PA

FALL‘07 Graduate Assistant, High School Studio Program, Cooperative studio art
program between Philadelphia High Schools and the Pennsylvania Academy

FALL’07 Volunteer/Art Instructor, Jewish Employment and Vocational Service, Philadelphia, PA

2004-2009 Art Instructor, Bristol Community College Upward Bound Summer Program Bridgewater, MA/Norton, MA

PROFESSIONAL EXPERIENCE

SPRING'08 Receptionist, Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts Library

SPRING’08 Office Assistant, Museum Education Department, Pennsylvania Academy

SPRING’07 Gallery Assistant, Gallery 128, Pennsylvania Academy

FALL’06/SPRING '07 Office Assistant, Continuing Education Office, Pennsylvania Academy

FALL’04 Gallery Assistant/Intern, Kingsgate Trust and Gallery, London, UK

GROUP EXHIBITIONS

2009 Digital Representation Juried Exhibition, NYAXE Gallery, Palo Alto, CA

2008 Night of 1,000 Drawings, Artist's Space, SOHO, New York

Post Annual Student Exhibition Show, Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts

MFA Thesis Show, Pennsylvania Academy

2007 Postcards from the Edge, Visual Aids Gallery, New York, NY

Absolutely Abstract Juried Exhibition, Philadelphia Sketch Club

The Square Foot Show, Art Gotham Gallery, Chelsea, NY

All In, Blink Art Gallery, Philadelphia, PA

Dehiscence, Manhattan Open Center, New York, NY

Digital Imaging Juried Exhibition, Gallery 128, Pennsylvania Academy

2005 Junior Senior Juried Art Exhibition, Art Barn, Amherst, MA

2004 Junior Senior Art Show, Fine Arts Center, Amherst, MA

2002 Foundations Juried Art Exhibition, Herter Gallery, Amherst, MA

2001 Annual Congressional Juried Art Exhibition, Renaissance Gallery, Fall River, MA

TWO-PERSON SHOW

2005 BFA Thesis Show, (My) Fictions of her Past, Augusta Savage Art Gallery, Amherst, MA

SOLO SHOWS/PERFORMANCES

2008 at midnight tears, fall into your ears...a live performance, Pennsylvania Academy

AFFLIATIONS

Store Front Artists Project, Fall River, MA

Splits and Passes (Ink, Tea, Watercolor on Paper)

2007-10-21T21:25:00.001-07:00

sleeping on a tongue (Ink on Paper)

2007-10-21T19:36:00.001-07:00

Dehiscence (Stained Tracing Paper on Canvas)

2007-10-21T19:35:00.001-07:00

Bheja Sharee (Ink on Tracing Paper)

2007-09-28T21:16:00.001-07:00

Hurt (Ink on Tracing Paper)

2007-09-28T21:15:00.000-07:00

Hurt (2) (Ink on Tracing Paper)

2007-09-28T21:14:00.001-07:00

as the moon drowns in tears...(Ink, Watercolor on Paper)

2007-09-28T21:08:00.001-07:00

spilling its stains over me (Ink, Watercolor on Paper)

2007-09-28T20:51:00.002-07:00

Dehiscence (2) (Stained Tracing Paper on Canvas)

2007-09-28T20:51:00.001-07:00

Surfacing (Ink on Paper)

2007-09-28T20:49:00.001-07:00

Nostalgia (Ink on Paper)

2007-09-28T20:44:00.001-07:00

bold little bird fly away home (Ink on Paper)

2007-06-10T22:34:00.001-07:00

2007-06-10T22:17:00.001-07:00

Syed Zaman

Biography:

Born in Sylhet, Bangladesh, December, 1982. Has lived and resided in North America since the age of eight. Considers art to be a means of communication between men, a reflection of the self, and ideas consumed by the mind. Currently pursuing a Master of Fine Arts degree at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts, in Philadelphia, PA.

Statement:

My figurative work is created in response to dreams and multiple perspectives about identity and place, and originates from both memory as well as photographs. I'm constantly on the quest to finding a lost sense of place and identity in juxtaposition with those re-occurring dreams.

The more recent abstract works are derived from fragmented memories of abuse and destruction. My ideas are executed both emotionally and physically, and the concept is experienced through the vicissitudes of the process. Just as the figures depict sensuality and destruction, the creative process of covering an ink washed surface with the delicacy of tracing paper becomes destructive.

To express the uncertainty involved with personal identity, I don’t hesitate to transform clarity into catastrophe. The mark making on the physical surface of my work allows intuitive, impulsive actions to take place. They teach me how to keep mistakes and interface unexpected results, offering the potential for becoming lost in the abusive past, the dreams of moments where the body immerses into vessels of water, which hold pieces of my life and me.