Several readers have asked me about the anonymous artist who created and installed this branch at 14th and 6th Avenue. I am pleased to announce that she has put up another piece and that she is going public! Her name is Erica Garber and she is very excited to share her work with the world. She recently installed her second subway piece which you can see above. As with most subway art, this work is hyper-ephemeral. The piece above was taken down just minutes after being installed, but at least she got a video of it happening!
If you like Erica’s work, please rate her portfolio 5 stars on 3rd Ward’s website and help her get a residency.
Hit the “more” button to check out a beautiful statement from the artist on her inspiration for this project.
In January 2009, in the midst of my divorce I moved out of Jersey City and moved into my new life here in Brooklyn. It was a blessing to find a place with a friend on such short notice. Grateful as I was to have a new home, it came with some challenges. The building itself was in an amazing state of neglect and disrepair.
As I lay in my bed at night in that crumbling moldy apartment my mind was filled with visions of the creepy crawly creatures and wildlife that inhabited the space between the walls around me. In my sleep, alone in my bed for the first time in years, I dreamt of the four walls around me coming alive, and the ceiling above me heaving with life.
I painted the room a cheery sunny yellow in hopes of changing the mood. It was not enough. My imagination forged on. Out of this state of mind my project took shape.
As a girl, growing up the woods was my playground. Under the canopy of trees, in the shadows of branches and leaves I could dream sweetly. So, I began to collect from the sidewalk and parks of the city beautiful fallen branches and sticks. (Okay, I will admit, hoard may be a more accurate descriptor, but I digress.)
With my growing collection I began to transform the sinister into something beautiful. Wrapping the branches in bright yarn and string and suspending them from the ceiling. First, I hung them above my bed, and then expanded outward, shaping the mindspace above me into a place that I wanted to be.
Each new stick was more special to me than the last. As I obsessively wrapped them, they became a home for my memories and ideas, a target for my emotions and desires, all safely explored and accepted and ultimately transfered from me onto and into these little monuments of hope and self fulfillment.
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And yet, recently, something within me has changed. Somehow, I have taken a new step forward. Flick a switch and the light turns on.
I realized, if I continue to hoard and hide away these gifts, not only would I become buried alive with the weight of them but I also would be preventing the ultimate fulfillment of the process. I had to uproot them, allow them to take flight.
This past Friday night, I put myself to the first test. I chose the best, the culmination thus far: an elegant hot pink beauty.
Underground we went, where I found for her a new home on the platform of the famous L at 6th Avenue, a place I visit every day. I decided she need not go too far.
Suspended there I observed something newly foreign, and not of myself. No longer leaden with the weight of my attachments, she appeared to me uncharacteristically light, free, graceful and fresh, spinning, floating, dancing as people passed and stared, posed for a picture or didn’t. Trains came and left, and eventually so did I.
As an artist, for the first time in my life, For The First Time in my life I feel fulfilled. The spark of inspiration has been carried out to a successful end. 30 years. It only took 30 years.
Life is good.
Now let’s do it again.
Erica