Opening Reception Tuesday, April 23rd at 6pm

Senior Presentations
Michelene Sattaur – Subwoofer – 41 Cooper Gallery Ex Sp 1
Roxy Jamin – Ultimate Absolute Minimum – 41 Cooper Gallery Ex Sp 2
Clyde Nichols – Slideshow –  41 Cooper Gallery Ex Sp 3
Kitty Wang – Life and Death of a Celebrity – Great Hall Gallery
Mim Viera – FUTUROSPECTIVE – Colonnade
Marcus Brown – Important Work By A Black Artist – 2nd Floor Lobby
Rita Ross – Love Clock – Room 401
Cerena Parkinson – I'll Tell You Who We Are Under The Sun – 5th Floor Lobby
Eva Rodríguez Langevin – (en)cantos (en)lúcidos – 6th Floor Lobby
Quentin Henry – Suddenly, I declared that I would reach the opposite of New York. That same night I left with a small bag and started walking east. I would walk east for six months and seven days. At first, I walked past towering mountains, mountains where you couldn’t even see the top; mountains to whose peaks the clouds loved. They sat parallel to river valleys with alluvial soil that grew flowers that were perpetually in bloom, valleys where summer never turned to fall. I followed the rivers downstream past oxbow lakes and rolling hills into salt marshes which looked like endless savannah with singular arid trees inhabiting small hills far out in the distance. Marsh turned to desert where dunes marched into the sea. There were cities also. cities bigger than New York ever was or will be, cities that stretched out to the horizon in all directions. Cities that had no determinable end or beginning. After the cities there were towns, some towns were the size of cities in which they orbited, and others, towns with no one in them, I walked by strip mall parking lots and cloverleaf interchanges. Down medians, service lanes, and exit ramps. I forgot all about New York or its opposite, instead fixed on the East’s horizon which is always just ahead. Yet it was exactly when I forgot all about the opposite of New York, I had reached it. But this place was inhospitable, it was a 13-thousand-foot climb, and the air was too thin, I found it hard to breathe. Disillusioned, I ran all the way back to New York, with a newfound understanding of place and my place within place.
                  I had a show at The Cooper Union, it was on April 23, in the smallest room on the 6th Floor of 7 East 7th St. But this address felt too familiar, it was one block from where I was born at 47½ E 7th St. I suddenly felt as if I never even left New York, on my journey, I had only ever been walking in circles around it. I became immediately claustrophobic, so I 
               Suddenly declared that I would reach the opposite of New York – Room 610
Simon Garb – REPO: Dedicated to Lee Raymond and Lawrence G. Rawl – 7th Floor Lobby

Exhibitions on view Apr 23 – Apr 27
Exhibition Open Hours:
Tuesday 6-8 // Wednesday 11-5 // Thursday 11-5 // Friday 11-5 // Saturday 9-3