Henry Roundtrip Marton Newman is a multi-hyphenate artist working in New York City. Henry works to create relationships between ourselves and our surroundings in search for experiences which sublimate both.

Contact me at: henryRMnewman@gmail.com

Artworks:
  1. Date Night
  2. My Sources are Confidential
  3. Triplets
  4. Love Escapes Extinction
  5. Golden Rainbow
  6. Untitled (For Ross)
  7. Redacted
  8. Light! 1
  9. Light! 2
  10. Nowhere



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Henry Roundtrip Marton Newman is a multi-hyphenate artist working in New York City. Henry works to create relationships between ourselves and our surroundings in search for experiences which sublimate both.

Contact me at: henryRMnewman@gmail.com

Artworks:
  1. Date Night
  2. My Sources are Confidential
  3. Triplets
  4. Love Escapes Extinction
  5. Golden Rainbow
  6. Untitled (For Ross)
  7. Redacted
  8. Light! 1
  9. Light! 2
  10. Nowhere

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Light! 2 is recorded simutaniously between the bed and projection of an overhead projector. A poem written by the artist is overlayed across both channels. Light! 2 explores the relationship which light has to memory, melancholia, and communication. 2021.


..dreaming
        Of
        Oh


Finding and

Seeing a brilliance under the panels.



        The light drowns through my east facing windows
        And…
        steals my first thought in morning,
            as I open my eyes.

--

I saw the cockroach I bathed with
who fell Like Indiana Jones! Out of the faucet
into the lake.

--

And like that -
Stolen . replaced

Guilt is the significant emotion felt post-wakeup. A petty guilt wide and moldy., Somehow, I know it is a mask with it’s own mask, and so-on. Somehow
I know it is growth disguised as revelation.

Not to be weird but
But other people are here.
As the Sun sets
Invisible to me from east facing windows.

instead .. . I feel the performance of the fluorescence of undead pressing upon me.

Like laptop heat or my comforter
Fade to mind:


Erased family
Bang on my windows at night
And cause invisible things to fall
And manifest in my dreams.
Hyperrealistic members
Haunt the subconscious.



If only I could reach out to them
Grasp them and let them go.
But they are behind glass
Of windows
The oven
The bathroom mirror.



Fantasies push into nothing.



Fade in: