(July 2015) Pieces of wholes, locked in spatial movement, quickly performing unrehearsed roles in an abandoning drama.
(June 19, 2015) On my way to City Lore in Loisaida to meet with Elena Martínez, I got on the wrong train and ended up on West Houston Street. On my way cross-town, I encountered some interesting street art, making the extra walk bien chevere.
Spring arrived with some skepticism and intent. The buds fresh and new were scattered about bringing with them a sense of rebirth for some. In contrast, their presence made more lurid the trunks of fallen trees that will never witness the birth of another cycle again.