Bad Water / 320 E Churchwell Ave., Knoxville , TN December 3, 2021 - January 16, 2022

Noah Furman

For the past several weeks, I walk an hour every day religiously. I get off work and drive to the nature preserve, arriving a little past 5pm. After about 15 minutes of walking, I reach a field where I can always see the moon rise high into the sky as the sun is beginning to set. Everyday, I take a photograph. “They are open pictures, taking on time and light and air. Resounding and dampening, absorptive and permeable, forever in the making and being-made.” There are three weeks of these photographs, sandwiched in my camera roll between photos of things to remember to buy, of friends, screenshots of emails. My boss and I were talking about our favorite holidays at work today. I told him I could take New Years Eve and birthdays and leave the rest. “You like the calendar”, he tells me. “ Clocks frozen in time, texture describing quotidian elapsing and unwinding, a diary encrusted, drying and wilting, a moon that wanes.” The walk is mostly paved, with the exception of a segment of dirt path that cuts through a switch-back, tampered down by either impatient or lazy walkers. I see it as a corridor, passing through time differently as the branches brush against my shoulders. “The color spectrum of a body, a residue of touching and being touched. Serial shapes that rhyme and touch one another, and always echo their bounds, skeletal surface that recedes.” Because I decide to cheat time on the dirt path, my black sneakers have become encrusted with layer upon layer of East Tennessee mud. As it grows and accumulates on the edges of my shoes, I think I can begin to count the days I have walked there in a row. It does not align with the number of photos I have of the moon. “ resounding and dampening, absorptive and permeable, forever in the making and being-made. Each basket is a beginning starting to end. Days tick by, a linear and concentric locus of attention, activity, of re-making. It is always again, it is always the first time.”

Noah Furman (b. 1984, Chicago, IL) is an artist and teacher living in New York, NY. He makes work in painting, sculpture, drawings, and performance. He has performed and shown work previously in Chicago, Jersey City, New York, and Philadelphia. He is currently teaching 2nd and 3rd grade in Brooklyn, NY.