tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41153136969902064572024-03-17T02:28:11.983-04:00Thirsty PixelsIt's just, I just, adjust, adjust.Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-56071319103257286202024-03-09T10:31:00.006-05:002024-03-09T10:31:51.218-05:00UNwHOLeY<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmUZhtmALMYirpckVKAhmBLj2abkBIIMvTNXi9NaxD-X82CQd0hyphenhyphenHSe7lI7vb2kGibQUfe7Fp89JsUk6h5uxiSnCp9CFbJGyuELp05E9vuny760WvXjOAHnGiMb31a-dCnVcfp1VCjAGoA6krn1p7AZFsIYURLt6lZL7khW8M6cHzeksRCLr1cVuVKIkW/s1759/Forgotton%20Fruit.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1759" data-original-width="1758" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmUZhtmALMYirpckVKAhmBLj2abkBIIMvTNXi9NaxD-X82CQd0hyphenhyphenHSe7lI7vb2kGibQUfe7Fp89JsUk6h5uxiSnCp9CFbJGyuELp05E9vuny760WvXjOAHnGiMb31a-dCnVcfp1VCjAGoA6krn1p7AZFsIYURLt6lZL7khW8M6cHzeksRCLr1cVuVKIkW/s320/Forgotton%20Fruit.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-41284059632185472272020-06-07T12:35:00.002-04:002020-06-29T19:38:53.481-04:00Black Lives MatterOn the anniversary of my injury, I often breathe a little reminder of my life back into this blog. It would be remiss for me to not acknowledge this year, the death of George Floyd. My heart goes out to his family. I'm sorry if this attention is hurtful. Hopefully it's hopeful. Most of us haven't met George, but he reminds us all of someone we know and love. After months of isolation to protect ourselves from the coronavirus pandemic, the streets have erupted with mass gatherings. My heart goes out to those who have been injured in the protests. America is in mourning over the loss of yet another innocent black life. These murders need to stop. But they are just a symptom of a larger problem.Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-48065835980974098592020-05-31T00:05:00.000-04:002020-05-31T00:05:08.961-04:00ether<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/N3HEIC7SUbM" width="560"></iframe>Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-8913332418987085872019-05-31T00:09:00.000-04:002020-02-03T11:57:21.428-05:00May Thirty-First, Two-Thousand TenYou have heard it said, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth from the Code of Hammurabi. But as Jesus said, do not resist the one who is evil. But if Israel shoots you in the left cheek with a teargas canister likely manufactured in your home country, The United States of America, crushing the zygomatic arch of your skull and destroying both one of your teeth and your left eye, while you, a Jewish person, who’s very father was born in Tel Aviv, stand in peaceful solidarity with West Bank Palestinians at the Kalandia checkpoint that restricts their entry into Jerusalem or Al-Quds as it is also called, to protest the murders on the Turkish Flotilla that attempted to pass through the blockade of Gaza that morning - turn to them the other cheek also, as for a kiss.<br />
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When my left eye saw the teargas canister, the final sight it would ever behold, I was sure I would die. I who previously declared I didn't believe, in that moment, called out to G∞D, "...but I am an artist." You can't tell from the photos, but in the next moment, I was elated. "My brain is ok! My brain is ok!" I repeated as a mantra. How life does go on. Why do we waste life with fighting? Everyday I get to make art because I am alive. I know someday I will be not, just as my left eye is not. Now is an opportunity to love.Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-27596634051067791482018-07-30T22:32:00.002-04:002019-07-30T19:30:48.318-04:00Lost PostI published this on the 6th year anniversary of an injury that took a tooth and an eye from me:<br />
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There was a lovely poem in the comments:<br />
from AUTUMN
by Else Lasker-Schüler
(trans. Eavan Boland)<br />
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I was injured on this earth.<br />
Ask the moon--he will answer you.<br />
Though overcast, he kept an eye on me<br />
Even on those days I tiptoed through so timidly.<br />
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And this perfect remark:<br />
To believe and dream of a better world is, maybe, the greatest art of all... <br />
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Silly me.Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-25578200258543903732018-07-30T20:02:00.002-04:002018-07-30T20:56:12.377-04:00Persist<blockquote class="twitter-tweet" data-lang="en">
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You have heard that it was said, "An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth." But I say to you, Do not resist the one who is evil. But if anyone [shoots you in the left] cheek, turn to him the other also.<br />
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Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-88281263326661126242011-10-10T15:47:00.002-04:002018-07-30T20:03:46.183-04:00ABSURD IMPACTUnknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-78930070231852071702011-04-20T09:51:00.012-04:002011-05-08T20:34:05.930-04:00ChloeMy middle name, the girl in the mirror. She is a a young shoot not a rival, and she has something to say; <a href="http://chloeshideout.blogspot.com/">Chloe's Hideout (New Blog)</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-41281939032928177162011-01-03T14:24:00.006-05:002011-03-06T14:11:24.280-05:00The Year of the Tiger2010 was by far the most trans-formative year of my life. It was filled with crazy circumstances and incredible highs and lows, and purpose and sorrow like I've never felt before. But my injury was a minor physical change in my life. My classmate at Cooper Union, Emilie Gossiaux, the only other Emily in my year (there are only about sixty of us, it's a really small school), was hit by a truck this October and has suffered something far more devastating than what I experienced, which was also incredibly profound. She almost died but against all odds, she's talking and hearing, and we must hope with all our hearts that she can see again. Her friends made her this website, <a href="http://www.emiliegossiaux.com/">http://www.emiliegossiaux.com/</a>, to help her with her heavy medical costs. She doesn't get to sue Israel for what was done to her - it was random and un-asked for, and she really needs all our help.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />DEAR LORD, GIVE EMILIE MY LOST EYE.</span>Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-19965101452249371542010-12-22T19:19:00.005-05:002010-12-22T22:39:37.261-05:00I like this one...<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5284372984/" title="Saltina by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5004/5284372984_ae8c790071.jpg" alt="Saltina" height="400" width="400" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">...but I don't know why.</div>Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-43139694312254761032010-12-02T14:39:00.004-05:002010-12-02T14:50:54.372-05:00ehenockaThis is my old You Tube channel from high school. I've hidden most of the videos that embarrass me, but here's a little glimpse of where my head was at in 2007 and into 2009. I was learning as I put out these opinions. I still hold some of them. I was more cynical then than I am now, and I will continue to change.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ehenocka?feature=mhum">ehenocka</a><br /><br />On my profile it says,<br />"Emily was unsure with two eyes, Emily is unsure with one eye, but life feels more beautiful when she believes."Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-41239176447241710592010-11-20T14:12:00.001-05:002010-11-20T14:14:10.784-05:00Another doodle...<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5192263755/" title="Mushroom Rain by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4112/5192263755_2e838d7899.jpg" width="400" height="400" alt="Mushroom Rain" /></a>Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-66164423491287318572010-11-19T17:58:00.000-05:002010-11-19T18:00:38.828-05:00Pedestrian<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5190835380/" title="Massage Therapy by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1285/5190835380_f48ceaeaf9.jpg" alt="Massage Therapy" height="400" width="400" /></a>Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-23389895952627801532010-11-18T14:49:00.001-05:002010-11-18T14:54:48.147-05:00Birth<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5188015102/" title="Tadpoles by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1279/5188015102_d2571dc597.jpg" alt="Tadpoles" width="400" height="400" /></a>Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-28391663791868605042010-10-30T11:31:00.003-04:002010-10-30T11:51:39.573-04:00Hiatus ApologySo I haven't posted too much recently and my excuse is that I've been focusing on this animation I'm making for Adam Shapiro's upcoming documentary. The project is finally at it's tail end, so look forward to some new illustrations popping up. I suppose I coulda just posted some pictures from my sketchbook, but alas alack, I have not. So here's a little teaser:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5128951052/" title="Cartoon Rasha by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/5128951052_3217a13ffe.jpg" alt="Cartoon Rasha" height="358" width="400" /></a><br /><br />I'll post the animation, or part of it sometime around the film's screening.<br /><br />P.S. I'm still working on the print orders and things, and I've updated my pricing. I apologize as well for my tardiness. When I get my website up, it'll be much easier and quicker to get a print from me - like the orders will go directly to the printer and they will send it off to you. So sorry for the wait, and thanks.Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-73188280829612094712010-10-10T17:11:00.002-04:002010-10-10T17:16:45.698-04:00Letter to an Unborn MovieMy film, my film! My beautiful baby film!<br />Intimate thoughts.<br /><br />Line.<br />Wondrous feelings.<br /><br />Color.<br />Truest story.<br /><br />Time.<br />Echo my life:<br /><br />Loose sight of levers.<br />See divided landscapes.<br />Reveal scars.<br /><br />Looking for ultimate freedom.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5068743553/" title="Title Sketch by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4087/5068743553_0106534d71.jpg" width="400" height="400" alt="Title Sketch" /></a><br /><br />Love my child.<br />My dearest hair-girl.<br /><br />Tell them.Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-86177459965925280362010-10-04T14:23:00.002-04:002010-10-04T14:37:32.408-04:00ColorI adore red hair, but I do not want her to have an explicit race. I want her green like the ripe leaf on my windowsill.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5051336831/" title="Green Girl by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4086/5051336831_28c9b600c7.jpg" width="400" height="400" alt="Green Girl" /></a>Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-83771097515693525592010-10-02T13:19:00.003-04:002010-10-02T14:04:10.462-04:00Paintlings<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5044348027/" title="Paintling 1 by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4133/5044348027_ece4546c80.jpg" alt="Paintling 1" width="400" height="286" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5044970792/" title="Paintling 2 by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4084/5044970792_f01c251861.jpg" alt="Paintling 2" width="400" height="279" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5044971208/" title="Paintling 3 by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4148/5044971208_4af3c186cc.jpg" alt="Paintling 3" width="400" height="280" /></a><br /><br />...psst! I'm making a website! - with animations!Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-48369441508948911252010-09-30T16:57:00.003-04:002010-09-30T17:20:12.331-04:00EchoHere she is again. She's changing. I've realized she isn't a child. Her life is so much like my own - as my life unfolds the images of this film come together. I've never had this happen before. This film, which will not be done anytime soon, is not practice like the Walkers piece. This is my baby. This is a story, this is a world that I'm visiting through drawing. Animation is magic.<br /><br />I drew this on Friday when I was feeling this feeling.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5040168764/" title="Down by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4125/5040168764_baba3dff66.jpg" alt="Down" height="400" width="400" /></a><br /><br />My life is confusing and incredible. People keep sending me little things about the spring in An Nabi Salah and I am just astonished. I feel this responsibility to the Palestinian people; in my life, I will get to really know them and share their stories. That is truly my role as an artist. As I watch the world I create and imagine and the people I meet and my experience come together in a celebration. I am excited to see where things will go. What will I make when I am 50? What will I be doing? What will I think of this all? Will Palestine be free?Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-1208788959379106772010-09-28T11:30:00.006-04:002010-09-28T17:32:14.812-04:00The QuietHey guys, I know I disappeared for a moment which can feel like forever in internet land. Thanks to everyone who's helped me out, it helps me focus on my art. I will get back to you – I’m true to my word, just disorganized. I've been through something profound and I believe I'm working on important things. <br /><br />I spent the last week almost completely locked up in my apartment, trudging through a field of things, little objects activating little memories. If it wasn’t a tool, art, or sentimental, it was trash. I feel like I moved in again. The colors are the same, but the walls hold good things. I turned my desk upside-down. I got rid of the internet because I use my computer for arting and it’s incredibly distracting. No more staying up late searching for whatever, if I’m bored I can’t check my e-mail. If I have to go on-line, I have to go to the library, hey here I am!<br /><br />Perhaps it will strike me to make more Palestine pieces, but I’ve know for awhile I needed to make this one. For Nariman and her family and her village, this is An Nabi Salah before a demonstration.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5032965307/" title="The Quiet by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5032965307_256fddee03_z.jpg" width="400" height="522" alt="The Quiet" /></a>Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-40442550788387494222010-09-18T11:54:00.004-04:002010-09-18T12:17:54.472-04:00Siege Busters BallSeptember 21st<br />Let's get a US boat to Gaza.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/5001637226/" title="Bawlers by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4089/5001637226_46f5564282_z.jpg" alt="Bawlers" height="623" width="400" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.littlefieldnyc.com/event-detail/?id=16345">http://www.littlefieldnyc.com/event-detail/?id=16345</a><br />I am not responsible for the fonts...Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-61993316646342538472010-09-13T23:13:00.002-04:002010-09-13T23:23:03.438-04:00WalkSome abstractness I drew while walking.... I think these (and by these I mean I drew a bunch of walking drawings) will be the background for something...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/4989016632/" title="Walk 41 by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4125/4989016632_7a8decd34c.jpg" width="400" height="200" alt="Walk 41" /></a><br /><br />P.S. I am making some animations that just, feel like my real work. It's really flowing and coming together. I am pleased.Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-834957223243674302010-09-10T12:08:00.002-04:002010-09-10T12:21:45.434-04:00Road HavenI drew it on a road-trip to Alabama...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/4977258708/" title="Road Haven by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/4977258708_afc3f3f7d0.jpg" alt="Road Haven" width="400" height="400" /></a>Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115313696990206457.post-60793101637516328582010-09-06T23:22:00.002-04:002010-09-06T23:32:02.614-04:00Bus Nerves<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thirstypixels/4965982189/" title="Bus Nerves by thirstypixels, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/4965982189_fc61f5d29e.jpg" width="400" height="362" alt="Bus Nerves" /></a>Emily Henochowiczhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09299289431297897163noreply@blogger.com1