Jo Barchi

Aug 29, 2024 | joylandmagazine.com | Rainer Diana Hamilton |Jo Barchi

A self-portrait of Rembrandt, a hand-colored print of a courtesan as the immortal Tekkai, and a wooden meditation chair stood in the Central Park Loch. They were each alone, still a few yards apart, and here to admire Flaco, the recently escaped eurasian eagle-owl. The painter’s likeness, looking left and right for an audience, decided to test the courtesan’s interest in being alone together. “He proved them all wrong,” she said of the beautiful raptor.

Feb 9, 2024 | joylandmagazine.com | Jo Barchi

A very thin, curved man was yelling at her. He was yelling at her to wake up! She had no reason to wake up, she had no tasks that needed to be done. They had been over this, day after day. He did not understand that a person needed a reason. He had a reason, that was the irony.

Jun 26, 2023 | brightwalldarkroom.com | Jo Barchi

“This guy Al once said, for at least I know with certainty that a man’s work is nothing but the long journey to recover the two or three simple and great images which first gained access to his heart.” – By Hook or By Crook (2001, Dir, Silas Howard and Harry Dodge)1. It’s the summer of 2021, Pride Month in New York, and I’m carrying Kay’s bike up and down subway platform staircases, holding it with one arm wrapped around the body of it, above my head.