Taking the greens out of the blues.From the High Line, 19th St.
November 12th, 2016
Inspired by a letter penned by a concerned citizen. Received at work, in the ”letters from the public” box; that is usually where randomly addressed letters with all kinds of bizarre requests are received, a kind of spam mailbox but with actual pen and paper letters.
A sane citizen’s plea in these insane times. Worth noting that it was sent just a few days before the U.S. withdrawal from the Paris Agreement.
June 6th, 2017
Bronze, acrylic, paint
The Sleepwalker will be meandering about in a deep sleep until March 2017 on the High Line. In his dream, people walk past giving him strange looks. Some long to touch him. Others are afraid.
I want to dream like the Sleepwalker. Perhaps I do. Perhaps my whole life is but a long sleepwalk. I’ll know when I wake up. Perhaps I never will.
September 25th, 2016
Built in 2009 around The High Line, the hotel offers unobstructed views of the City, Hudson river, people visiting restrooms and, scandalously, hot amorous couples showing off through the floor-to-ceiling windows in their rooms, turning unsuspecting passersby into unintended peeping toms.
From where I stand it’s too far to see – or is it?
May be if I waited for the lights to be turned on…
By the way, remember that incident when Solange Knowles lost it and attacked Jay Z in an elevator? That’s were it happened. Fame and Notoriety make good partners, I think as I gaze at life going on behind the windows.
September 7th, 2016
With skeletons safely tucked away back into the closet, ’tis time for some serious glitter. Joy to the world! November marks the start of the Christmas Season and New York is slowly, methodically getting pretty for the grand finale. And I am going to enjoy all of it!
Photo from the High Line
August 28th, 2016