ALERT: Frieda and Leopard Lady Are Going Fast!

The limited editions of both Frieda and Leopard Lady are both selling off quickly. If you are interested in either of these editions, I would buy these hot cakes as soon as you can.

Juliana's Holiday Print Sale!

This holiday season I am offering an exciting sale of three of my images from"Last Stop:
Rockaway Park". All are well priced at 18X18" in editions of 15 with 2 APs.

From top to bottom of photographs above:

"Last Stop Diner", $300. USD

"Leopard Lady", $300. USD

"Miss Reingold", $250. USD

"Frieda", $250. USD

Recently, this long term project has been shown at Frieze in London and has become part of the collection at the Victoria and Albert also in London. The project has been shown in the US, Spain, Germany, and most recently in Paris.

This is an easy in for a seasoned or novice collector! So, jump in and give the love of the Rockaways either to yourself or to that other loved one!

You can purchase your favorite image from my website at www.julianabeasley.com.

Unity and Micheal

I took this photograph a couple of years ago with a digital camera. It was the first time that I had gone out to the Rockaways without my Rollei Twin Lens.

It was an overcast late summer day in August.

Before I left home, I put on a melon colored dress that I had bought at Old Navy. I wanted to look pretty; for once, my friends in the Rockaway's neighborhood would see me in something feminine. I wanted them to see me beyond the tough ruffian who trolls the streets with an over sized photo knapsack and a bandanna wrapped around my head.

"Oh, Juliana, you look cute!" was the first reaction I got when I ran into Richard when I got off the train on 116th st. His voice was less monotone than usual... an exclamation, no less. He grinned and looked downward.

I went over to Unity's boarding house on 113th street. I hadn't seen her for a while. Her lower appendages were swollen, making it hard for her to leave her room. I found her leaning her head out the window on the first floor. She was standing in the corridor. She was petting her cat, Micheal who twirled in circles with every stroke she gave him.

It began to drizzle. We went inside.

"Oh, darling", she said in a thick Scottish accent, "you haven't lost too much weight, have ya?" She passed her hand over to the V neck of my dress and pulled the material closer together, covering whatever cleavage there is to show.

"Oh, no, dear, you must be careful...you must be careful someone might say something. They might think the wrong things"

Micheal came in from the sill. I took this picture. And not until this evening did I find it amongst the deluge of digital files eating up my external hard drive.

Christoph Gielen's ARCADIA at Daniel Cooney Gallery

Don't miss out on Christoph Gielen's wonderful aerial shots and cityscape's at the Daniel Cooney Gallery.

What makes Christoph's work so compelling is the eeriness in which he depicts contemporary urban sprawl. However, don't get me wrong. On the contrary, his work is strangely beautiful. Homes and highways, become dollhouses and tubular patterns. Colors define the graphic quality of the imagery.

One of my favorites is oddly enough, not a aerial shot, but a haunting image taken in Shanghai. Deep blue envelopes the night and a building under construction. From side to side, top to bottom, gradations of indigo are broken into crisscross lines while a single guardrail intersects the bottom frame with a rusty yellow.

Super Kudos Christoph!

And not to mention, a little bird chirping outside my window in Jersey City told me that Christoph not only has a passion for being strapped in hanging out of helicopters, but he's sweet as cherry pie.

The show will be up till January 31st! So, get on your long johns and take a hike over to Chelsea. If yours truly can do it with five layers on...

Darn', it's cold out there!

Yep, the Holiday Sale is still going on....so, get it while they are hot! Put these little toasty-gem prints next to your Menorahs and trees and make a loved one know the love of the Rockaways! Queens!

She Said White

I would like to thank the absolutely divine, Justine Reyes for commenting on my black template for my blog and suggesting white. Yes, this works...I think I really like it.

I Finally Made IT!

In the great words of Sandra Bernhard..."I'll still here goddammit!"

Amy and Colin have been telling me for weeks and years to do this.

How could this be...I'm starting a blog and I really don't think I have enough to say...

One thing is for sure...I take pictures.

Today, I woke up. I felt sick. The sick of the mind.

My psycho pharmacologist changed my meds on me. Isn't that what I wanted anyway. Up on the Lamictal (mood stabilizer)...I'm a walking zombie zapped of highs and lows...except, this middle ground feels like a one-sided outerspace abyss. I'm looking through a foggy window. I can see myself. My head is hung low as I slowly put one foot ahead of the other. I'm walking in straight lines, never ending straight lines, with a saddle on my back and a bit in my mouth. I can't look to the right and I can't look to the left.

I know this person. I haven't seen her in a while....she is a foreboding of a past I no longer want to visit. But, I can still recognize her.

Down on the anti-depressant, Nardil.

Let me interject here that I have never met another person, at least within my circle or through "friends" on Facebook who also take these old school meds. Recently, I found out that Marilyn Monroe took an MAOI....this didn't make my situation seem any more promising...all I can think of is a faded Polaroid of her sitting up in her bed in a house coat holding onto her precious Maltese dog. The bed covered in satiny white, the shape of a circle, and the walls a baby blue puke of that era.

Does anyone out there remember that dog's name?

Last night bad karma turned into today's bad karma.

Now, it just isn't good but possibly normal for me to drink half a bottle of white crap Sauvignon Blanc. I went to the the ghetto liquor store in Jersey City, after my intern left for the day. I could barely touch my feelings before the first drink.

A solitary soup at my dining room table and a plan to take it a step farther. I bundle up in layers on a temperate December night and surreptitiously make it over to the Pathmark to buy my favorite binge....a box of small square Butterfingers, a Dove chocolate and almond chocolate bar and a pint of Vanilla Heath Bar Crunch ice cream.