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inability to wake. moments flux and fragments hover above with sweaty lips. caressed temperate conditions, floating seems like rising and falling at the same time; or do bloody images simply force the memory of dream-like fantasies? horrors? once upon a time you could hold the siphoned air in your hand […]

“one art-day town”
every month we get excited for the possibilities we will be afforded at the new exhibitions of binghamton’s “first friday gallery art walk.” people line the streets, crowd restaurants, fumble through rain and snow just to get a glimpse of the “binghamton renaissance” in action. there is excitement in the air. […]