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DCist Exposed
February 20 – March 7, 2009
Opening reception: Friday, February 20, 5 – 9 p.m.

DCist, a popular local blog, presents an annual juried photography show, DCist Exposed, designed to encourage the work of professional and amateur photographers. The exhibition showcases new talent as the artists reveal the city through the eyes of the people who live and work in the DC area. The show is community-based and works are affordably priced to develop the next generation of arts patrons. Exhibition Press Release [PDF, 104 KB]

Emerging collectors are invited to join us for Emerge Exposed, March 3, 7 – 9 p.m. featuring a panel of experts sharing tips and ideas on how to begin collecting art. Co-hosted by DCist, Flashpoint and the Pink Line Project.

Gallery Hours 

Tuesday – Saturday, 12 – 6 p.m.
OR BY APPOINTMENT

I’m pretty psyched to be participating in this show for the third year in a row. I hope everyone can come and and see all of the fantastic photos!
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Here’s a note from Heather about Friday’s opening and how you can still see the show through next Sunday!

Huge, huge thanks to the 700+ of you that came out on Friday to Fight Club for our opening reception. We know you waited in a long line, we know you plowed through 10 kegs in 3 hours, we know some of you got drenched late in the evening, and we LOVE you for suffering through and making it a party for the record books.

Fixation is up at Fight Club through next Sunday, Nov 23, and open everyday from noon to 7 p.m. (and free). You’ll need to come in the front door at 1250 9th Street. Wednesdays are skate nights, so the gallery will be open late and you can watch the boys do their thing in the bowl.

We’ve got pics from Friday up on the Ten Miles Square facebook group (feel free to add your own), and remember you can contact me  if you’re interested in purchasing anything from these fine photographers.

Nation’s Triathlon, originally uploaded by Brian Knight Photography.

For the TMS: Fixation show that opened last night, each photographer was required to write an essay describing the subculture explored in their work. My four photos, Swim, Bike, Run, Crash focused on the weekend warrior athletes and thus my essay tries to suss out what exactly drives these people.

What force drives a man to spend thousands of dollars on a machine made from the lightest space aged materials, wear a suit so tight that no part of his anatomy is left to the imagination, and don a helmet straight out of a sci-fi western? What glory is so great to cause men and women to dive into one of the most polluted waterways in the country? What need is satisfied for the thousands of people who gather in the soupy summer evening for a 10K race? What flashes through your mind when one slight mistake suddenly hurtles you through space and time in a manner not meant for living creatures? And what obsessive preoccupation is served by trekking out to remote places to capture such events with a camera?

In this city of suits and ties on one hand and crime statistics on the other, there is an alternative lifestyle of weekend warrior athletes driven to compete simply “because it is there.” I cannot fully answer the first four questions, except I know that I spend more money than I should on my own gear in hopes that it will help me perform just a little bit better. I’ve spent plenty of time in and consumed copious amounts of water from that same river in pursuit of my own recreational needs. I lined up in the same oppressive summer heat hoping to capture a series of shots showing the beauty and grace of athletes in motion. And I’ve put myself in more than one “oh shit” moment when I know something very bad is about to happen and am powerless to stop it. I cannot tell you why we do any of these things except that when it works, when you get that image you want, when you cross the finish line, when it all comes together, you forget the pain and suffering and only want more.

What?! You were not one of the 500+ 700+ people who came to the show last night? That’s ok, even though you missed a great party you can still check out all of the amazing photos this week. Doors will be open Noon(ish) to 7PM(ish). If you really want to add to your viewing experience, come Wednesday evening and watch the skaters too!

Being sick really blows.

The Plan…

Friday

• Attend DCist Exposed opening.
• Hang out with folks post show at Rocket Bar, basking in the awesomeness of the opening. Take photos.

Saturday

• Sleep in and continue reveling in the afterglow of an awesome opening.
• Make way downtown to shoot Idiotarod for third year in a row.

Sunday

• Fight Day Lights Savings time switch and head down to park and shoot Backyard Burn trail run.
• Hang out. Attend random birthday parties for friends of a friend.

Monday

• Back to work.

The Reality…

Friday

• Realise on way home that you might be getting sick again. Call about a doctor’s appointment for Monday.
• Attend DCist Exposed opening.
• Hang out with folks post show at Rocket Bar, basking in the awesomeness of the opening. Take photos.

Saturday

• Sleep in. Wake at a decent hour continue reveling in the afterglow of an awesome opening.
• Make way downtown to shoot Idiotarod for third year in a row. Realise that you really are still sick and go back to sleep. Sleep until 7pm. Yes, 7pm.

Sunday

• Fight Day Lights Savings time switch and head down to park and shoot Backyard Burn trail run. Give in to the sleep. Don’t wake until your phone rings at 11am.
• Convince yourself that you feel a lot better. All that sleeping must have made a difference, right? Hang out. Attend random birthday parties for friends of a friend.

Monday

• Back to work. Wake up pretty early. Realise a pattern of sick, not sick, sick, not sick… Monday morning = sick. Email work to not expect your presence.
• See doctor. Have her confirm that indeed you are sick.

My Zombie Bride once more graced the pages of DCist today!

In case you haven’t noticed DCist Exposed opens this Friday and to help promote the event the good folks at DCist (thanks Eric, thanks Heather!) are using some of the homemade posters for PotD. This photo was PotD back on Halloween last year and was then chosen to be in the 2008 Exposed show.

I was showing this image to a coworker today and he had an interesting interpretation that I’d not thought of before… Basically, he was wondering about this zombie bride, wandering the seemingly deserted National Mall and holding a protest sign demanding brains… My coworker wondered if this was not some sort of statement on Washington itself? A hungry zombie bride means there are no brains in Washington…

You are about to (DCist Exposed Poster), originally uploaded by Markus Krisetya.

Weekend Pick, as seen in the Washington Post!!

EXPOSED– Through March 15. The folks at DCist host their annual photography show, which features 47 images from the more than 600 entries that aim to capture the spirit of our community. Civilian Art Projects, 406 Seventh St. NW. 202-347-0022.

It’s going to be awesome. And please note, this is a FREE event! Free. 100% No Money Down. Free.

(unless you want to BUY ART, then, well, then you can pay… but even then you won’t be able to find framed, fine art photography at these prices anywhere else in the city).

Thanks to Markus for letting me borrow his photo, thus saving you all from yet another viewing of the Zombie Bride.

Everyone is invited to join me (and like 45 44 of my closest friends) for the opening of DCIST EXPOSED.

There are two events… first being:

Opening Reception:
Friday, March 7 | 7:00 – 9:00 PM

Second event…

Emerge Exposed:
Wednesday, March 12 | 7:00 – 9:00 PM

All the fun is happening at Civilian Arts Project, in Washingto, DC!
Civilian Arts Project
406 7th Street NW

I’d love to have you all out to the closing of Assassination Vacation at the Huckleberry Inn, my second solo photography show. We can continue to ring in the new year with wine and beer and a chili and corn bread cook-off (meat vs veggie), just the thing for a cold winter’s night!

Can you make it?  Let us know on the Evite!

The Huckleberry Inn is located in historic downtown Herndon, Va.
630 Oak Street
Herndon, VA 20170

(And while there is no parking allowed on Oak Street, there is Plenty of FREE parking at the Municipal Lot. Just a three minute walk to the Inn).

Read my artist’s statement, view & purchase photos, and much, much more, all at Brian Knight Photography.

Coming, originally uploaded by outdoor_type.

Went for round two of Hopper at the National Gallery of Art today.

The first time I saw the exhibit was way back in October, on Columbus Day. Back in October when it was bright and sunny and beautiful I found rock star parking (free and on the street). Back in October there was no line to see the exhibit. But today, in December, with dreary wet cold weather the streets were packed and parking was scarce. The streets were packed with cars and people packed the museum forming a line to see the show that snaked around several corners. But the line moved quickly enough, and the company was quite nice, and before long we were making our way through so much Hopper goodness. The result after two viewings is that Hopper remains my favourite painter and Chop Suey remains my favourite piece (and no, it’s not just because of that girl’s sweater).

After Hopper we walked over to see the American Snapshot exhibit. Seeing the different styles of photos evolve over the decades was pretty interesting. Showing the influence of new cameras and formats, and reductions in prices, and changing societal norms, the show was literally and figuratively a “snapshot” of life in America. (and wow, wasn’t that a clever thing I just did there? I really need to just go to sleep soon). The obligatory gift shop visit followed the two exhibits and I somehow managed to walk away with hands empty (which is something not everyone can say).

Braving the previously mentioned wet weather we found a bite to eat at what I am told is normally quite the efficient little shop, but today must have been an off day. Still, any food was going to taste delicious to me at that point and sure enough, it did. Finally, hilarity ensued as we plugged an address into my GPS and then proceeded to ignore the computer’s directions for more efficient human ones. Recalculating, recalculating, recalculating was heard over and over before finally the two sets of directions began to agree with each other.