Gerald Mocarsky

Nationality: American

Specialities: Photography


Gerald Mocarsky is a photographer residing in New York City. He takes as his subject matter the mundane acts of new york city life- one’s own reaction to their tiny living space, men interacting with men, adult women putting on their makeup in the privacy of their own home and the black and white movie like images of people working in the city. Mr. Mocarsky has exhibited his series at Photo New York, at the Portfolio Gallery, NYC, at Ch’i Contemporary Fine Art, NYC and at the Lyman Eyer Gallery in Ma as well as the Bulton Wood Tree Gallery in Ct. Photographs from his various series have ben published in Time Out NY, Metrosource Magazine and the book, “Self Exposure” by Universal Books. He is currently working on a segment for an upcoming PBS program to be aired in Fall 2007.


2002 Portfolio Gallery, New York City, From The Outside In, To The Inside Out, NY, NY.
1998 A Different Light Gallery, In My Bed (work in progress), New York, NY.
1993 Pegasus Gallery, Analytical Portraits, Hartford, CT.
1990 Button Wood Tree Gallery, Its Still Important, Middletown, CT.


2005 Lyman Eyer Gallery, Men Who Dance With Men, Provincetown, MA.
2001 Justin Ostein Gallery, New York City Artists, New York, NY.


Time Out New York
Metrosource Magazine
Self Exposure, Universal Books


Bruce Cratsley
Sandy Skoglund

Artist statement

In my Bed:

I began the photographic series, “In My Bed”, over a decade ago while dealing with a prolonged bout of depression. The place I seemingly lost all desire to leave, my bed, would become the stage for this exploration. Deciding to abandon this space as a bedroom, I began creating installations to represent my emotional and physical states. Placing my camera on a tripod allowed me a nonjudgmental witness. As my physical being and state of mind transformed, I continued to examine my existence in this extremely revealing setting.

Men Who Dance with Men:

I can remember the first time I saw men dancing together. Watching TV, alone on a Thursday night, I am twelve years old and it is well past my bedtime.

We are reporting on a significant rise in the homosexual population residing in the San Francisco Bay area. These men identify themselves as having sexual relations with other men.

My heart began pounding, (will someone walk into the room, see this report and realize I am one of those homosexuals). The television flashes an image of a crowded dance floor. Shirtless, sweaty men dance pressing against each other. I recall the uneasiness that stirred deep inside of me. (Men are just not supposed to dance togther!) At that moment I made an instant decision; I may one day move to the west coast but I would never dance with another man.

Today I see that self-hatred was the basis for this reaction. It wasn't the dancing I rejected but my own homosexuality. In the years that followed I did find my way to one of the gay meccas, developed honest relationships, buried far too many friends and danced with men pretending it felt right until it truly did.

I realized shortly after beginning this project that my interest was not exclusively with male dance partners and their sexual orientation, but also with the love and acceptance that is expressed with every movement and touch. The dancers did not have to be gay to be included in this project. Sexual orientation became irrelevant, as I realized it was their openness that I was responding to. Never before have I had such a hope for unity.

War Paint:

My newest series revolves around the intimate acts of women over 40 putting on their makeup.