apexart Fellowship


Anton Osver is an artist based in Baku, Azerbaijan. He will be in NYC as an apexart New York City Fellow from October 21 – November 20, 2014.

David B. Smith is a NYC-based artist who is in Dunedin, New Zealand, as an apexart International Fellow from October 1 - 31, 2014.

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Shawna McLeod

Shawna McLeod was born in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, in 1978. She completed her BFA in painting in 2002 at the University of Manitoba. During that time, and in the years following, she was an active member of the Winnipeg art community: curating exhibitions and organizing events, participating in an all-girl art collective, teaching classes, and developing programs at community art centers. She subsequently spent time in Saskatoon and Toronto before moving to Montreal in 2005 to complete her MFA and teach at Concordia University. Shawna has shown widely in Canada, and has appeared in several publications, notably Frieze and Border Crossings magazine. She has been included in numerous survey exhibitions of Winnipeg artists, including Supernovas at the Winnipeg Art Gallery in 2006, and the Winnipeg Alphabestiary, a Border Crossings publication appearing in the fall of 2008. Her work is part of the Canada Council Art Bank and private collections.

Shawna visited apexart from Montreal, Canada, from January 15 - February 12, 2009. She was recommended by Sarah Anne Johnson, an artist in Winnipeg, Canada. Visit her Resident Page for more information.

Feb 9


maps. miniatures. man on the moon

The shower curtain in the residency apartment is clear with a subway map printed on it, so that when I’m in the tub I am behind the map, underneath the lines. There’s a fold of mildew across Manhattan. I read backwards. The creases cut off words; -E-U-Q for Queens, though I think of Quebec.

A couple weeks ago I walked across Flushing Meadows Corona park to the Queens Museum where I saw the panorama from the 64 World’s Fair. It’s an expansive miniature replica of the city, like a model railroad but infinitely detailed. I spotted the building where I’m staying. Inside that tiny building there is a tiny room, and inside that a tiny bathtub, and inside that a tiny person, nestled like Russian dolls. Tiny planes fly on fishing wire in and out of La Guardia.

The day I arrived, a plane landed in the river and everyone survived. And then, an inauguration! I went to Washington after everyone left. The grass and mud was still trampled down from the big day, but it was cold and quiet and the souvenirs were half price.

I wanted him to come out his front door and wave. I thought I saw him in the window. I should have bought a miniature White House, brought it home and peered through the windows like a giant.

When I got back to New York from Washington, it was like a small homecoming, a return to an almost familiar place. All I do is walk here, and the map in my head gets better and better. But I like it when people show me around, so I can be led by the maps in their heads, and walk without tracing and counting, and look at signs and junk on the sidewalk.

One day, around dusk, in Chelsea, my friend from Canada who’s living here pointed out all his personal landmarks in our line of vision. See above the Dunkin Donuts? There’s my apartment. See the Empire State Building over there? That’s my studio. And see that big round thing hanging in the sky? I have an office in there.

I can imagine a city built by millions of these projected views, superimposed and superimposed, webbed on shifty scaffolding, always changing.

Feb 9



MY FIRST MANICURE in the Bronx. ($6)

learning how a key works in a lock

Dutch still lives at the National Gallery

Vanessa’s dumplings in the Lower East Side

wrinkled flags at the UN

why does everyone want to go bowling?

2 rollies at a time. Bali shag now

dreams of cutting my hair and the new baby

cough drops

Cezanne fruit

a dome of stars

Justin Lieberman

bacon and eggs

expensive yarn

paying in dimes

went underground on Atlantic Ave,

found a rock like a molar