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Read more ›</description><title>FIELDNOTES FROM THE GOWANUS</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @downthegowanus)</generator><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>BRIC TV FEATURE SEGMENT: THE CANARY PROJECT &amp; THE GOWANUS</title><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/14169487465</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/14169487465</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 11:25:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Short overview of the project and exhibit from Caught In The...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tOxxEdZcfVs?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Short overview of the project and exhibit from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bricartsmedia.org/community-media/brooklyn-independent-television"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caught In The Act&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;, episode 43, air date: 11/23/2011,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span&gt;Brooklyn Independent Television, a community media program of BRIC Arts | Media | Bklyn.  T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hank you to Charlie Hoxie who produced the segment. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/14169283863</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/14169283863</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 11:18:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Curtis Hamilton, Gowanus</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvuoqpPhjp1qd73yy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gowanus (2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Curtis Hamilton (b. 1983, US)&lt;br/&gt;b/w offset on newsprint, 16 pages, unbound 13” x 10.5”, ed. 1000&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8139443894931385"&gt;Words  drown in the Gowanus Canal.  The histories, the myths, the cries foul  and the pleas for remediation, all spill downhill, discharged with the  rest of the excess.  Oil, cinder dust, scrap metal, shit, urine, and  everything paper thin and not tied down settles here at the bottom of  the valley, giving the water its scum skin, thick enough to float  anything for a moment.  The temptation to point to things is choked  back.   There is a tin can half-full of poisonous adjectives bobbing  amidst its own pure chemical explanation.  To call it anything would  mean opening my mouth and tasting it, tasting the new name it is  becoming.      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13884019458</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13884019458</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 15:26:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Aron Louis Cohen, On the Banks of the Gowanus</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.17433804933267216"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvuoj8AgC31qd73yy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.17433804933267216"&gt;On the Banks of the Gowanus&lt;/span&gt; (2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aron Louis Cohen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Materials foraged from Gowanus,  Video (13:00)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;5’ x 4” x 4”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Waiting  for a bite and moving slowly, on fish time, that is the thing. Whether  the bobber ever moves does not matter. I endeavor to stay for a few  hours at the water&amp;#8217;s edge in a different sense of being than our daily  lives. This is what attracts me to the pursuit. I wonder how others use  this mass of water. Does water time and fish time not affect them, as it  affects me? Isn’t our idealization of nature wrapped up in what it does  to us? Does the soul not suffer from too little exposure? We look at  this place as ruined, but as it exists, It forever remains a place of  nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13883813093</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13883813093</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 15:21:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Mare Liberum (Ben Cohen, Dylan Gauthier, Stephan von Muehlen), Mare Liberum Kayak (2011)  </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvunvoMgVE1qd73yy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.17433804933267216"&gt;Mare Liberum Kayak &lt;/span&gt;(2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mare Liberum (Ben Cohen, Dylan Gauthier, Stephan von Muehlen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Locally sourced bamboo, plywood, re-purposed vinyl museum signage, zip ties, epoxy, and upholstery tacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;14&amp;#8217; x 36”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This is a &lt;em&gt;Liberum Kayak&lt;/em&gt; (2011), designed by the Mare Liberum  collective. The bamboo was sourced and harvested in Queens, and the  vinyl is repurposed signage from a museum. The kayak was hand built, and  has proven to be stable and sound after several earlier  (less-successful) attempts. Mare Liberum, a collaboration between Ben  Cohen, DylanGauthier and Stephan von Muehlen, is a collaborative  printmaking, boatbuilding and activism project which we created in  response to large-scale gentrification plans for the Gowanus area in the  mid 2000’s. We started building improvised watercraft out of found  materials, mainly plywood salvaged from construction sites around the  neighborhood.  It was a way for us to get out onto and explore the  Canal, in order to experience that site’s particular state of natural,  industrial and post-industrial landscapes, its waste, toxins, detritus  and curious lifeforms.  We wanted to go there because it was open space,  and probably also because many were vying for it at the time. These  boats allowed us to make work there as artists, and to have access to a  rare – albeit highly toxic – sanctuary in the middle of the city. As  part of our practice, we also print and distribute broadsheets and  one-off editions that combine historical narratives of place with our  own methods, research, and stories of our explorations on the water.  These broadsheets often include our own boat plans that simplify  traditional boatbuilding methods and lower the technical barriers for  others seeking to get into closer contact with the city’s waterways.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13883241299</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13883241299</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 15:07:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sayler / Morris for The Canary Project, Postcards from the Gowanus</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvy1x5a71u1qd73yy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.2459732527887416"&gt;Postcards from the Gowanus &lt;/span&gt;(2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sayler / Morris for The Canary Project &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Postcards and metal rack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;5’5” x 12” x 12”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The canal is tidal. If you didn’t paddle you would float one way and then another.    Thinking to yourself: ‘To imagine is a form of survival.’”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sayler / Morris for The Canary Project &lt;br/&gt;4&amp;#8221; x 6&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Most  of what we might say about the Gowanus, is in the text to our video  “Gouwane”. We were uncertain and puzzled enough about our experience to  feel that we could only work out our thoughts by putting them into the  voice of another person.  A further, more concrete note:  Throughout the  project we found ourselves thinking about the HighLine park in relation  to Gowanus.  By the 1980&amp;#8217;s, the HighLine, once part of Manhattan&amp;#8217;s  industrial infrastructure,  was abandoned and left to return to a  semi-wild state.  Then in recent years  it was redeveloped for  recreational and commercial use.  Will the same happen to the Gowanus  Canal once the Superfund clean up is complete? Something lost,  something gained.  The margins move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13970611099</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13970611099</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 15:05:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>GouwaneSayler/Morris with Evan Paschke (for The Canary...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33678059?title=0&amp;byline=0&amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gouwane&lt;br/&gt;Sayler/Morris with Evan Paschke (for The Canary Project)&lt;br/&gt;Concept: Sayler/Morris&lt;br/&gt;Text:  Edward Morris&lt;br/&gt;Editing:  Evan Paschke&lt;br/&gt;Videography:  Evan Paschke and Edward Morris&lt;br/&gt;Voice:  Endam Nihan Tabasi&lt;br/&gt;Commissioned by the Shiela C Johnson Design Center at Parsons, The New School for Design as part of a visual research workshop regarding the Gowanus Canal.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/14261241233</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/14261241233</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 15:04:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Lou Wright, Untitled</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvukwuf7ny1qd73yy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvungrPZOX1qd73yy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untitled  (2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lou Wright (American, 1989)&lt;br/&gt;Found materials, French square glass vials, salvaged wood, low-VOC stain, galvanized steel brackets, sand, ash, sawdust, adhesive, index cards, ink&lt;br/&gt;16&amp;#8221; x 18&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When we were on the canal, all of us were struck by the material scale of the place. The industrial world, like the natural one, takes place on a spatial scale that most individuals do not experience in their daily lives, and to be immersed in the confluence of these environments - natural and industrial - is very unlike any other urban experience. The stratification of rust, lime, and algae on the iron bulkheads recorded the tidal rise of the canal, commemorating the repetition inherent in a place like this. Water comes in and out, cement mixers turn around and around. Oil derricks far away pulse up and down, subway cars skitter back and forth. Our lives, as we live them, seem like linear progressions of moments, things that happen once, preceded and followed by different things. But on the Gowanus, everything that is happening has happened before, and will happen again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In my work, I tried to capture some of the weird materiality of the Canal, but also to communicate its uniqueness and totality. It is, like any other place, a &amp;#8216;total&amp;#8217; phenomenon (as Norberg-Schulz writes) that cannot be reduced to its components, so the only articles that can be brought into a work of art are naturally telling an incomplete story. By presenting them in a way that connotes authority and care, I attempted to communicate and highlight the way in which material can be false even though it is often perceived as the final location of truth. Juxtaposing this presentation with visual effects that connote age and abandonment, the ideas of repetition and long spans of time are also engaged.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the end of the day, the Gowanus Canal is more than the sum of its parts, and is irreducible to components. But so is this exhibition.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13882920753</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13882920753</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 14:59:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Simonetta Moro, Venice/Gowanus: Mapping Watery Landscapes</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8139443894931385"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvun5l9xVW1qd73yy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8139443894931385"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvun1ps1WQ1qd73yy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.17433804933267216"&gt;Venice/Gowanus: Mapping Watery Landscapes &lt;/span&gt;(2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Simonetta Moro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ink, graphite, markers, and collage on Mylar and paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;7’ x 23’ (dimensions variable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Geographically  distant places become interrelated by associations our mind produces.  While paddling on the Gowanus Canal, familiar features of Venice slowly  emerged. The barge with tires on its side; the decaying foundations  eaten by moss; the house on stilts; the sound of church bells in the  distance; the floating garbage moving placidly on the murky water, birds  flying over our heads and cats screaming below. As I drew the view, I  saw myself drawing on a different water edge, months before, looking at a  different horizon. Through overlapping memories, time comes to a  standstill. Until the gentle rhythm of the boat lulls me into  daydreaming once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13882662615</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13882662615</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 14:52:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Christine Sandoval Howard, Gowanus Touch </title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvum51dOHk1qd73yy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gowanus Touch&lt;/em&gt;, 2011&lt;br/&gt;Christine Howard Sandoval&lt;br/&gt;2 Channel video&lt;br/&gt;Variable&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8139443894931385"&gt;Soft  edge means to take away the bulk head, let the parameters hang out,  re-seed, grow again. Re-growth is inevitable, controversial, an after  thought that “should” occur within design. Re-inhabit real estate is the  future goal for this Superfund site&amp;#8230;. but what would happen if one  where to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8139443894931385"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.8139443894931385"&gt; actually touch it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13881916386</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13881916386</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 14:31:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Rebecca Volinsky, Perfume and Miasma</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.6345463356397605"&gt;&lt;img height="327" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvulf5S2ts1qd73yy.jpg" width="493"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.17433804933267216"&gt;perfume and miasma &lt;/span&gt;(2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rebecca Volinsky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Video (5:05)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was struck by the strange aura of this place.  At once beautiful and repulsive, the Gowanus revealed itself to me slowly, layer by infinite layer.  A bird in the sky crosses paths with an airplane. Train tracks above.  A hidden life lives below the waters. Tires lining parts of the canal are marked with the horizontal insistence of the waters gentle tide.  Surrounded by bridges, factories, trash, plants and animals.  Endless juxtapositions. A thick layer of oil becomes the canal’s skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13881359424</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13881359424</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 14:14:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Camilo Leyva and Rebecca Volinsky, A pencil dropped in a graphite mine (2011)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9831486468280912"&gt;&lt;img height="315" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvujyhdQNk1qd73yy.jpg" width="479"/&gt;    &lt;img height="313" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvujzhOlrI1qd73yy.jpg" width="479"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.17433804933267216"&gt;A pencil dropped in a graphite mine &lt;/span&gt;(2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Camilo Leyva and Rebecca Volinsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Video documentation (10:23), Sculpture (orange fence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9831486468280912"&gt;It was the third Sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9831486468280912"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.9831486468280912"&gt;turday of October when we set sail for the canal in Brooklyn. The air was crisp, and winter just around the corner.  We trusted ourselves to the mercy of the currents which led us to a peculiar island. Acting upon this wooden island we found what happened saturated with meaning that we still continue to untangle. Now, this story is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13880638962</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13880638962</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 13:52:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Bland Hoke, Non-aqueous phase liquids</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.5888581871986389"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img height="420" src="http://eeg.geoscienceworld.org/content/vol9/issue1/images/large/i1078-7275-009-01-0025-f01.jpeg" width="506"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.17433804933267216"&gt;Non-Aqueous Phase Liquid &lt;/span&gt;(2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bland Hoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cardboard and steel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;18&amp;#8221; x 10&amp;#8221; x 36&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.5888581871986389"&gt;The EPA has  designated the Gowanus Canal a superfund site. What exactly does this  mean, and what are the ramifications for the surrounding community?  Reflecting on the myriad charts, graphs and scientific visualisations of  the various pollutants embedded within the Gowanus, I decided to  visualize one of the intriguing toxic acronyms - NAPL’s. In photos of  core samples, non-aqueous phase liquids resemble jello-like sections of  earth, a reminder of 3 manufactured gas plants that operated on the  Gowanus. This substance, among a laundry list of others, is visible  caressing the surface of the Gowanus as a thin sheen - anonymous blobs  jettisoned from underground reservoirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13880041432</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13880041432</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 13:33:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Hannah Kramm, The Forgotten</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvupn4xRN31qd73yy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Forgotten 2011&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hannah Kramm&lt;br/&gt;Found Objects&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Walking, looking down, the search for forgotten, broken, corroding  objects becomes a meditation. The sounds of heavy machinery, and the  constant hum of the Brooklyn Queens Expressway are the bells in this  temple. The forgotten objects take the shape of a shrine. You are  welcome to sit, to let your breathing slow, and to lose track of time.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13884848715</link><guid>http://downthegowanus.tumblr.com/post/13884848715</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Daniella Garcia, We no longer reveal. . . </title><description>&lt;div class="caption"&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We no longer reveal totality within ourselves by lightning flashes. We approach it through the accumulation of sediments. (2011)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Daniella Garcia &lt;br/&gt;Mylar and Vitrail&lt;br/&gt;5’10” x 20” each&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On my way to the Gowanus canal, a place I never knew existed, I found  myself lost and asking for directions. Instead of the simple  north/south that I expected, I received mixed stories from people I  encountered in the streets about where and what was the Gowanus. It’s  somewhat uncertain past, present and future is stored in a myth making  process by the imaginary of a community. Who was chief Gowane, and what  does that mean? Who has he been and who might it now be?&lt;/p&gt;
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