Here are the pieces I have completed for The Ghost Bike Project so far. I still have so much work to do, but I thought it might be nice to see what I have done so far in one place.
Here are the pieces I have completed for The Ghost Bike Project so far. I still have so much work to do, but I thought it might be nice to see what I have done so far in one place.
I have a piece in a Wide Open 4, a national juried art show in Brooklyn, New York. The show will open May 11, 2013 from 1p-6p, and will run through June 16th.
For my New York Friends, I will be at the opening reception, maybe not for the entire time, but at least for part of it. Send me a message if you want to know exactly when I will be there. It would be great to see you.
499 Van Brunt Street, Red Hook, Brooklyn, 11231, in the pre-Civil War warehouse overlooking the Statue of Liberty.
Please come check out this show! I have one piece in it. Opens Saturday May 4th (7pm-10pm) and closes Saturday May 25th (1pm-3pm). Arc Gallery 1246 Folsom St, San Francisco, CA
Gallery Hours: Wednesdays & Thursdays 1-6PM & Saturdays 12-3PM (during exhibitions)
“MAYHEM” National Juried Exhibition
OPENING RECEPTION: Saturday, May 4th 7-10PM
Join in our madness, mischief, and monkey business with the aim to create pandemonium, chaos, and discord. Let the mayhem begin!
Includes artists from Alabama, Alaska, California, Illinois, New York, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Texas - juried by Alan Bamberger of artbusiness.com
ARTIST TALK & CLOSING RECEPTION: Sat. May 25th 12-3PM
May 4th – 25th, 2013
I have a ton of artwork (mostly from the body project) that I do not have room to store, so I am selling it for about one third of what it cost me to print and frame. Some of the frames are a little bit nicked up, but still look pretty good.
Go to my store to see what I have available: Genea Barnes Store
If you want to see some of this stuff in person I have stuff hanging at Bender’s bar, 806 South Van Ness, at 19th Street (San Francisco) and also at Southern Pacific Brewing Company, 620 Treat Street, off of 19th Street (San Francisco).
After receiving the news about Diana Sullivan’s tragic death right near AT&T park, I got on the computer and sent out a bunch of emails to the city supervisors and to the SF Arts Commission to see what it would take to have a permanent ghost bike installation put in San Francisco to commemorate all of our city’s fallen cyclists.
After getting a lot of feedback, I have discovered that this will be a long road! The first step it seems will be to get the DPW to sign off on the location; they are the ones that “own” the city sidewalks. Next I have to secure funding. Not only do I have to find funding to make and install the project, but I also need to have funding that will allow for insurance and maintenance for the next 33 or so years. I am going to look into some of our big San Francisco/Bay area bicycle friendly companies, and see if maybe one of them might be willing to fund it, with their name attached to the plaque that would go along side it.
I would ideally love to do 3 to 5 bikes, but would settle for one. Either in a location of a cycle death, or maybe near city hall, to commemorate all the fallen riders. Once I secure funding, I have to have it approved by the SF Arts Commission. Easy Peasy?
Any thoughts and feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Just wanted to let you all know that I will have a piece in this show benefiting North Beach Citizens The exhibition takes place Thursday, February 14, 2013 to Saturday, February 16, 2013 at Live Worms Gallery 1345 Grant Ave at Vallejo/Union Street, San Francisco, CA.
Featured artists include: AmandaLynn, Elizabeth Ashcroft, Genea Barnes, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Jack Hirschman, MOMO, and Winston Smith.
February 14: Opening reception 6pm to 9m
February 16: Closing reception 4pm to 8pm
On November 24, I received a facebook message from Paul Asbojorn. A man I met while working at Delirium over a year ago. He said that he left a map of where to find a ghost bike in Napa. When I arrived at work that night Paul was still there. He said that he wanted to donate to my Kickstarter fund. I let him know that it was done, and the trip was over, but he really wanted to donate $100 so that I could go to Napa and take photos of the ghost bike for Don E Mitchell.
On Wednesday, December 5th, I rented a zip car with the $100 Paul gave me and drove to Napa in search of one more ghost bike.
I will have a handfull of finished pictures from the trip that I will be posting in the next couple of days. Stay tuned!
I left Plattsburg, New York and headed to York, Maine, to spend the night with friends. The timing was perfect because I really needed to save some money after the expensive adventures in Canada. I arrived just after dark, and had a good visit, and drank entirely too much whiskey. The next day was painful. But there was no time to let a nasty hangover slow me down. I drove to Boston in the morning and was able to find two of the four ghost bikes that were supposed to be there.
I found Boston to be one of the most beautiful cities on my journey, but I don’t think it would be the place for me. Here is some sidewalk art that I liked.
From Boston, I headed south to Newport, Rhode Island, hoping to outdrive the storm that was coming in and to get there before I lost light. I made it just in time to shoot the bike, but had a hell of a drive to Gardner, Massachusettes where I would spend the next two nights.
The drive to Gardner took forever because of the rain, but I made it safely and was treated to dinner by my friend Ryan McCauley. The next day Ryan took me around to dilapidated buildings and abandon factories. We tried to get into the abandoned insane asylum, but it was too well guarded.
The next morning I got up early and headed west to North Hampton, MA, and Amherst, MA. I was hoping to find two bikes in North Hampton, and one in Amherst, but no such luck. I did find an article about how someone had vandalized one of the North Hampton ghost bikes with an ax. Crazy!
I originally was going to get back to the New York area a couple of days later, but there are so many ghost bikes in New York, I would be able to shoot more of them if I still had the car. So, after Connecticut, I drove New York and shot the ghost bikes in the Bronx and Harlem.
I drove to Staten Island that evening, set to hit the road before dawn. I found one of the two bikes in Staten Island, then I conquered Brooklyn and Queens. Except for Williamsburg and Bushwick. I figured that I could do this area by foot since it was near where I would be staying.
The rest of my time in New York I will not use any money from the kickstarter funds. The last of the funds in saved for the rental car when I am in LA.
And the next day I spent with my good friend Chris. I do have to say, it was nice to eat like a normal person again. I was truly lucky and honored that when I did stay with friends they fed me real meals, but mostly to stay within the budget, I ate a lot of protein bars, beef jerky, apples, celery, peanut butter, and canned beans.
I woke Tuesday morning, worked out at the gym in my hotel and hit the road. As far as I could tell from all the research I had done and all the bicycle people I reached out to there were no ghost bikes in Detroit. There was a small chance for one On the very north side of Detroit, but I wasn’t counting on it.
For years people have been telling me that Detroit is terrible, that there is no need to ever go there. Of course this has made me ALWAYS want to go there. I figured I would definitely be able to find some dilapidated buildings and things to shoot. I would give myself the morning, because I still had to get to Orion township and toronto by the end of the day.
I started just south of 8 mile road. Which as near as I can tell is the dividing road that delineates the area. I found so many abandon houses and many burned out ones. I stayed shooting many crumbled houses until it felt the the people in the neighborhood were tired of this white girl crawling around their neighborhood taking pictures.
Next I headed toward the old downtown area. This part of downtown is filled with abandon buildings. I was able to get into the farewell building to take a few shots.
Next I headed to the old train station Michigan central depot. I was hoping to be able to jump the fence, but there were people working on it and they wouldn’t let me in to take photos. Boo!
Along the way I stopped to shoot this burnt out house. As I scurried into to house some girls at the bus stop said “girl, you are brave!” now, I’m not sure if they thought I was brave to walk into a burnt out house, or to be running around that neighborhood (white as I am) with a camera. My guess, the latter. I hadn’t seen a white person pretty much since I left the hotel. Again you all will have to wait to see any of these pictures.
I headed north to not find the ghost bike I had little hope of finding. So I continued to Orion township to shoot the bike for Ralph Finneren, by th GM plant.
Later I found out that there should have been two bikes for him along that stretch of road, but I only saw the one.
It is possible that I didn’t see the other one, I have been running myself ragged on this trip, but I think it would be hard to miss another ghost bike on that stretch of road, an I drove the stretch of it (I think). Obviously Ralph was loved, because there were a number of questions about the other ghost bike once I posted a picture of the one I found.
I arrived at the border. They asked me a slew of questions: what is the purpose of your visit? “shooting a photo project on ghost bikes.” what do you do for a living? “bartender, photographer” how much cash do you have on you? “$7″ do you have credit cards? “yes” have you ever been arrested? “no” (yes that’s right people I am a sweet and innocent-I’ve been trying to tell you for years!)…please go over there and talk to immigration.
They almost did not let me in. Their reasoning: I can do my jobs anywhere, so I have no incentive to return to the states, I do not have reservations at a hotel, my car was a rental, I only had $7 in my pocket so as far as they are concerned, I can not support myself for the two days I am there. If I had a copy of my bank statement, she would have been more willing. In a nut shell she felt I had no reason to return to the states.
Eventually, she gave in. Welcome to Canada, NOT! I arrived in Toronto and found hotels to be way too expensive, but I was stuck. So I had to pay over $100 to sleep. I did however see a ghost bike on the airport strip I stayed on that was not on my list of bikes to look for.
I later checked my email and found out that my Toronto contact had emailed me letting me know that the bike was placed earlier that day!
In the morning I did the research to fine out about motels in Ottawa, but it was the same thing, way too expensive! I decided that I would shoot the bikes in Toronto, make the drive to Ottawa, shoot the bikes there, and then get stateside to spend the night. This would be a race for time, as there are only so many hours of daylight in a day.
I shot the bike near the airport, then went to Sir Czowiski Park to shoot the tree that was planted for fallen cyclists in Toronto and Canada.
Toronto is a beautiful city, I could even tell in the rain!
When I shot this one the rain was crazy!
The fourth bike I was to find was no longer there. The neighborhood looked a little like it was sort of bad, so I was not surprised. It does make me sad that when I drive into a “bad” neighborhood to find a ghost bike, I am never surprised to see it gone.
As I got closer to Ottawa, I was hopeful that I would have enough light to shoot the bikes there if I could find them easily and not get too lost. Once the rain finally stopped the drive was very pretty, the sky was doing incredible things.
I found the first bike without a hitch, and boy was it spectacular!
The next one I looked for was supposed to be at 125 Sussex. It was not there. That section of town is bustling with tourism, so I assume it was taken down because of it possibly being in the way. Here are a couple of pics I took with my phone as I was driving around that area. Incredibly beautiful!!
I did however find the third bike!
Photos taken with just enough light! Now to get stateside and try and find a “cheap” motel!
Today I drive to Maine, tomorrow, Boston, Rhode Island and Gardner, MA.
On my way out of town, I drove by the huge Superman statue in front of the City Hall. Too funny!
I also found a graveyard of sorts. A bunch of broken down tractors and other crazy equipment and parts. Here is a picture of some dilapidated Cushman’s (you know..the meter maid cars).
I arrived that night in St Louis, and in the morning Steven took me to North St Louis. There were so many buildings with holes and abandon that it looked like a bomb had gone off. Even the neighborhood in Baltimore that was mostly abandon buildings was all boarded up. No Boards here. I shot lots of good stuff, but you will have to wait to see it. Then he took around the rest of St Louis. We had dinner with his parents, and I was off to Chicago in the morning.
I arrived in Chicago to my friends Christine and Michael’s house around 7:00pm. They took me out to eat and got me drunk!!
It was lots of fun, but none of us were very excited about our 6am wake up time. I headed out and started shooting the Chicago ghost bikes at dawn. I had 8 to find and shoot, plus a stupid doctors appointment in the middle of the day (UTI–no fun).
Next was the one for Patrick Stack
This one may be the most run down of all the ones I found in Chicago, but it still had soul and impact, even being tucked away under a freeway overpass.
The next one might be the most elaborately decorated bike I have come across.
While shooting this one, my memory card became full, so it was time to go and reload; plus it was almost time for my doctor’s appointment, and the light was getting too harsh. I might have been late otherwise.
The crazy thing about the Mandy ghost bike, is that it was on the diagonal corner of this ghost bike for another person.
There will also be a new ghost bike for Neil Townsend installed at Wells and Oak. I believe the ceremony for it will be this upcoming Friday, October 19. I am not positive of the time, but will a little internet research, I am sure you could figure it out.
It was raining in the morning.
Placing these bikes was a very intense experience for me. I know how much they have affected me, but to be a part of something that I know will affect others was a little overwhelming. I was honored.
I had a little better luck in Ann Arbor, and Canton, Michigan.
Tommorow I do Orion Township and Detroit, and make my way as close to Toranto, Canada as I can before I fall asleep!!
Next I find the ghost bike placed on the corner of River Road and Bridgeway Road for Anne Riley.
From Richmond, I head to West Virginia. I was going to forgo West Virginia, to save time, but according to google maps, I wouldn’t lose too much time if I detoured there, plus I had a good gut feeling that the bikes were there.
The drive was one of the most magnificently beautiful drives I have ever been on. I drove through the George Washington National Forest. The leaves were changing colors, it was truly breathtaking, this crappy iPhone picture does not even come close to doing it justice.
Light was running out, and I knew that if I were to find the bikes it would be dark. I chose to look for the first one, then I would stay the night and find the second one in the morning. I found the first one, and it was very very dark. I was thinking I would need to do exposures of longer than a minute to get an image at all, and without a cable release, who knew if they would be in focus. After a little trial and error, I used passing cars headlights to help illuminate the bike and was able to make some images. Hopefully, they will be in focus, it was too dark to really tell. Here is an awful photo of the bike taken with my phone.
My friend had warned me that West Virginia is a weird place…
Here is the ghost bike for James Price on the 7500 block of Penn Ave.
And the ghost bike for Rui Hui Lin located at Meyran and Louisa.
My next stop was to be Columbus, OH. I was too tired on my drive to make it there, so I started pulling over to find a place to stay. Every place I tried was no vacancy, or $100. No dice. I began to think that this would be the night I would end up sleeping in the car. I tried priceline, and found a terrible motel in Zanesville, OH. Definitely the worst place I have stayed…probably in my life. I even checked for bed bugs… But I still had dreams about them. Needless to say, I woke early, went for a run, and was on my way to Columbus, OH.
From Columbus I headed to Vandalia, OH. I had gotten word that there was a permanent ghost bike at Kenbrook and Perry. When I arrived, I realized that this bike was on someone’s lawn, so before I started crawling all over someone’s property, I went to the house to seek permission. I spoke with the brother of the woman (Becky Meade) who lost her life, told him about my project, and gave him my card. He told me they had the ghost bike at the crash site, that they had even gotten a permit for it, but the woman that hit her lived right near there and had a fit about the bike being there. Evidently the woman rushed ahead to make the turn instead of letting Becky pass and she hit and killed her. They decided the bike would be better at home, and they made a memorial to Becky in their yard for the world to see. Honestly, this may have been the most touching ghost bike memorial I have seen to date. I felt blessed and honored to be able to photograph it.
Here is a close up:
From here I headed just short way over to Philadelphia at Bon Air Dr. in Dayton, OH, where I did not find a ghost bike, but some flowers and a cross. Notice that the sign pole is bent.
The sky was doing wonderous things when I shot the one for Andrew Gast on the 600 block of Wilmer.
That Saturday definitely marks the most successful day I have had so far.
I spent half the day driving from Lexington to Louiseville. It should have taken about an hour and a half, but I wanted to see a little bit of Kentucky. I saw many farms, and some raceways. I even made some friends with a couple of horses that wanted to ham it up for the camera (those pics to come later) It was quite beautiful. Here is picture I took that does not justice to what I actually saw.
I finally arrived in Louisville, to find a very cute little town. I would love to come back to Kentucky; between the bourbon, Louisville, the train museum, and the caves, I could find some time to kill here.
From Philadelphia, I stayed in Newcastle, Delaware. I had a great night sleep an woke up to take a run. I found some train tracks that were in the process of being built, I decided to follow them. Good idea right? Well, yes and no. Beautiful fun run, but I got lost and ended up running for about an hour instead of the intended half hour. I found my way back to the hotel an got moving….ONWARD!!!
Next stop Baltimore. I had a lead on 2 ghost bikes. I found the first one. I spent some time shooting it, and as I was leaving, with my Polaroid camera in hand a man stopped me to ask about my camera. He was a photographer. I told him about my project and he told me that he had known the boy that was killed. He had come around the corner right as they were carting the body off. It was an old woman with failing eyesight that had hit the boy after she failed to check her
mirror before turning.
I then, typed in directions to the next ghost bike, and it lead me to a neighborhood called Harlem Park, where I found a beautiful destructed church and blocks and blocks of boarded up buildings. I have been very interested in shooting things that are falling apart and “destruction,” so I stopped to shoot some pictures. It turns out that my phone directed me to the wrong spot, and even had there been a ghost bike in that neighborhood, I knew it would have been stolen before I ever got a chance to take its photograph.
Next I headed to where the ghost bike was really supposed to be, and it was not there. I remember reading an article about how the bike had been hit and mangled by a car, and it was taken to the Velocipede Bike Project, who said they would reinstall the ghost bike in a couple of weeks. That article was written months ago. I suppose they hadn’t gotten around to it.
Next I headed off to Hell House in Ellicott City, MD, which is the supposedly haunted, abandon and falling apart St. Mary’s College. I spent about 3 hours there shooting. I don’t have any pictures to post just yet, except for this one I took with my phone to send to my cousin Austin, of some of the graffiti in the place.
|Hell House, Ellicott City, MD|
When done at Hell House, I headed to Washington DC to look for the ghost bikes that live in DuPont Circle. They were no longer there, so I continued to my cousin and his wife’s house for a visit, some dinner and some rest. Let me tell you how great it was to have a home cooked meal!!! I have been living on the tiniest food budget, so real food, and hot food was such a blessing! I don’t think they have any idea how much I appreciated their hospitality.
From here I went to check out a few cemeteries and the ghost bike in Fairfax, VA, which I could not find. Where it was supposed to be was in a very nice neighborhood next to a country club/golf course. I suspect they removed it after some time considering it an “eye sore.”
In the morning I headed to Norfolk, VA, and took the rest of the day to do research on where to go next. I was tired of not finding bikes so I wanted to look up and figure out which bikes were most likely to be there, so I will have better luck in the future.
The next day I did not find any bikes, but did find memorial flowers and a cross at two of the locations.
Just as I was about to be done with the Virginia Beach area, I saw a bike locked up painted all pink, even the tires. I thought maybe, just maybe this might be some sort of ghost bike for someone that loved pink. I went into the cupcake shop it was in front of to ask about it, and it turns out it was just decoration for the shop.
|Pink bike for decoration out front of Just Cupcakes, Virginia Beach, VA|
Here are some of the things I photographed today. The city hall picture and the one of the statue are two areas where ghost bikes once stood.