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<title>Mapping the "collective unconscious" of NYC : Responses</title>
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<dc:date>2012-08-25T12:17:58-05:00</dc:date>
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	<title><![CDATA[Responding to "Mapping the "collective unconscious" of NYC"]]></title>
	<description><![CDATA[Despite the trends, the city is a dead model. Citizens are trapped within its logic, only produce solutions to problems intrinsic, but truly alternative thinking does not arise anywhere.]]></description>
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	<title><![CDATA[Responding to "Mapping the "collective unconscious" of NYC"]]></title>
	<description><![CDATA[<strong>The City in our dreams is very real. </strong><br />
I do not remember the A. Fontana Shoe Repair in the East Village, yet it must have been there near the Tanager Gallery (1952 -1962) on East 10th Street, where some of my favorite teachers got their start. I do remember the 1980âs East Village like the back of my hand and to remember it is like a dream. My girl friend (now my wife) would walk art critic/cooper union professor Dore Ashtonâs DOG for her when she was away from home in the village. Here is a memory from Dore Ashton that I found on a quick search. <br />
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&#8220;The first co-operative artistsâ gallery that I knew well was opened very near my home. It was called the Tanager Gallery on East 10th Street. It was a parlor floor in an old brownstone with a large window. I can remember the openings there: Every downtown artist packed into its limited space. One spring I remember seeing two Bowery bums staring at the colorful scene across the street and one bum said to the other: âWell, it takes all kinds to make a world.â Soon after, there was a downtown rush to open co-op galleries, and we all heartily supported them. It was, in its way, a political statement of defiance of commercialism and institutionalism in the rapidly expanding milieu of what is ludicrously called âThe Art World.â To my mind, there is no such thing. The so-called art world is merely a small precinct in the great world, reflecting all its vices and, once in a while, its virtues. &#8221; â Dore Ashton<br />
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2010_BMG_Catalogue.pdf<br />
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	<dc:date>2012-08-22T04:40:05-05:00</dc:date>
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