Artists' Television Access

Author: Fara

  • OpenScreening

    ATA’s openscreening is the only monthly open submissions screening in the Bay Area. Get your work out there! Get feedback!openscreening Or just come and take it all in! One hour of shorts are accepted monthly on an open revolving basis, anything goes with the screened work, and the refreshments are pretty good too.

    Door:7:30pm Projector: 8pm

    Not a filmmaker? Come and hang out with us anyway. Enjoy the atmosphere, the art, the movies, the people, the refreshments

    Submissions: Label all pieces w/ name, contact, title and length. Mail to: Openscreening, 992 Valencia, SF, 94110 1-2 week advance submissions strongly recommended. If not. . . it is all good. Max length: 15 min. Formats: DVD, miniDV/DVcam, VHS, beta, 8mm and 16mm All genres.

    More Info: contact  
    Programming@atasite.org

  • Ryan Schrinel, 1974

    My heart aligns and I am mindfully making art. 7x7x7 in a 49 square grid.
    The sculptural color-field records a durational and creative meditation. I sit above a bustling Mission Street, my spirit sourcing a space of boundless energy, as I witness one form pouring into the next. I am grateful, so, I create these offerings for you.

    Though, in the air I exist. A strewing of thoughts, anxieties, and dreams; tangled together in madness and beauty. Notions churning as my feet touch the floor. My head shifting, back and forth, connecting and attaching, coming and going, chaos lining every corner. The strings cross again and again and again. I continue to search for emptiness, but here and now, I reflect my reality.

  • Ryan Schrinel, 1974

    My heart aligns and I am mindfully making art. 7x7x7 in a 49 square grid.
    The sculptural color-field records a durational and creative meditation. I sit above a bustling Mission Street, my spirit sourcing a space of boundless energy, as I witness one form pouring into the next. I am grateful, so, I create these offerings for you.

    Though, in the air I exist. A strewing of thoughts, anxieties, and dreams; tangled together in madness and beauty. Notions churning as my feet touch the floor. My head shifting, back and forth, connecting and attaching, coming and going, chaos lining every corner. The strings cross again and again and again. I continue to search for emptiness, but here and now, I reflect my reality.