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Parallax 2022

Presented by
Capitol Hill Art League
October 4 – November 4 2022

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“Parallax”: the apparent displacement or the difference in apparent direction of an object as seen from two different points not on a straight line with the object especially: the angular difference in direction of a celestial body as measured from two points on the earth’s orbit.

Juror – Carolina Mayorga: Washington DC-based interdisciplinary artist who has exhibited her work nationally and internationally. Her artwork addresses issues of social and political content. Comments on migration, war, identity, translate into video, performance, site-specific installations, and Two-dimensional media in the form of photography and drawing.

Untitled… 2022

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This is the Art League’s annual Open Call show — which seeks entries from artists throughout the Washington Metropolitan Area. This year’s call attracted nearly 100 artists and resulted in a show featuring 29 pieces representing a wide range of art media.

Capitol Hill Art League would like to congratulate the award winners for our 12th Annual Open Call Exhibit – “Untitled”. Our appreciation to our juror, Will Fleishell. His remarks can be viewed here

  • 1st Place – “Red Ribbon” by Kathleen Zeifang
  • 2nd Place – “Morning Color on Rock Creek” by Lori Niland-Rounds
  • 3rd Place – “Nina” by Lian Sever
  • Honorable Mention – “ Remembering the Beginning” by Erin Thompson
  • Honorable Mention – “3:10 AM” by Daniel Katz-Hernandez

The show can be viewed in person at The CHAW Gallery until May 6, 2022. Please check CHAW’s website for Gallery Hours.

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Twists and Turns 2022

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Twists and Turns suggest labyrinthine mystery, surprising changes perhaps hard to follow. This
exhibit invites artists to interpret what emerges from engaging with the theme, to go beyond.
Jump to Videos of the Reception — Mariana Kastrinakis, Juror

Karen Van Allen – Freedom II – 1st Place
Ken Bachman – Symphony of Foliage – 2nd Place
Bennett Lowenthal – Istanbul, 2002 – 3rd Place
Sally Canzoneri – DCA – Ceiling #1 – Honorable Mention
Tara Hamilton – Scout Navigates the Ferns – Honorable Mention
Sharon Thomas Parks – Steel Case Soft Center II – Honorable Mention
Karen Cohen – The Space Between – Honorable Mention

Reception Videos

Presentation of Awards — Mariana Kastrinakis, Juror

Juror’s Remarks

The Hill We Climb

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What does this title evoke in your mind and in your art? Hills, mountains — actual and literal — and the effort, energy and excitement involved in the “climb”. This exhibit gives you the opportunity to respond to the show theme with your images, symbols and your own unique creativity.

The variety of artistic responses to this question is shown below.

Below the art is The Amanda Gorman poem “The Hill We Climb”.

When day comes, we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade?

The loss we carry. A sea we must wade.

We braved the belly of the beast.

We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace, and the norms and notions of what “just” is isn’t always justice.

And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it.

Somehow we do it.

Somehow we weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken, but simply unfinished.

We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president, only to find herself reciting for one.

And, yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect.

We are striving to forge our union with purpose.

To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.

And so we lift our gaze, not to what stands between us, but what stands before us.

We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside.

We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.

We seek harm to none and harmony for all.

Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true.

That even as we grieved, we grew.

That even as we hurt, we hoped.

That even as we tired, we tried.

That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious.

Not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.

Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree, and no one shall make them afraid.

If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the bridges we’ve made.

That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb, if only we dare.

It’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit.

It’s the past we step into and how we repair it.

We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation, rather than share it.

Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.

And this effort very nearly succeeded.

But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated.

In this truth, in this faith we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.

This is the era of just redemption.

We feared at its inception.

We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour.

But within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves.

So, while once we asked, how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe, now we assert, how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?

We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be: a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.

We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation, become the future.

Our blunders become their burdens.

But one thing is certain.

If we merge mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright.

So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left.

Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one.

We will rise from the golden hills of the West.

We will rise from the windswept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution.

We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states.

We will rise from the sun-baked South.

We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover.

And every known nook of our nation and every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful, will emerge battered and beautiful.

When day comes, we step out of the shade of flame and unafraid.

The new dawn balloons as we free it.

For there is always light, if only we’re brave enough to see it.

If only we’re brave enough to be it.