Featured Artists
Kristin Fouquet
"Still Life with Bicycles"
I am a native New Orleanian, a photographer, and a writer. From early childhood, I knew I lived in a special place. When I document the elements and people of New Orleans through my street photography, it reinforces my love for the city. Every photograph tells a story. When I compile a photography series, I feel it conveys a longer story.
In my first bicycle series for The Bicycle Review, Issue 1, I hoped to demonstrate the bicycle culture in the city and many of the photographs were street portraits or had people in the act of riding. I tried to show how this method of transport puts the rider closer to the city itself.
For the series in Issue 7, I wanted to focus on the beauty of the bicycle outside of its function. Every photograph features a bicycle, but my aim was to capture how the bike blends into the everyday landscape of urban life.
I am a native New Orleanian, a photographer, and a writer. From early childhood, I knew I lived in a special place. When I document the elements and people of New Orleans through my street photography, it reinforces my love for the city. Every photograph tells a story. When I compile a photography series, I feel it conveys a longer story.
In my first bicycle series for The Bicycle Review, Issue 1, I hoped to demonstrate the bicycle culture in the city and many of the photographs were street portraits or had people in the act of riding. I tried to show how this method of transport puts the rider closer to the city itself.
For the series in Issue 7, I wanted to focus on the beauty of the bicycle outside of its function. Every photograph features a bicycle, but my aim was to capture how the bike blends into the everyday landscape of urban life.
Muttsy
Lines extend from a nucleus of form. In my drawings personalities grow exactly like limbs. Just as in real life a pollywog changes into an adult amphibian, a drawing's protolimbs proliferate, gaining meatier dimensions, and bloom into a shape. Those creatures in my landscape carry my genetic material. Often I will come up with the title days after the drawing is completed. Or the reverse-a title emerges before I even start the drawing. In my mind the landscape with its intricacies is there germinating, waiting to sprout up from the cerebral soil. The drawing paper demands its form. It wants to be fed and craves for limbs. And perhaps a spiritual envelope called the soul.
J. "Muttsy" Rosenblatt May 23, 1992
J. "Muttsy" Rosenblatt May 23, 1992