Seasonal fruits
An alien landscape. A foreign film with no subtitles. Watching an English film with the volume turned down. Stills, shots, or clips. Walking around New York. People sitting on stoops- staring, sweating and smoking. A glimpse of a late night meal in a basement apartment. A delivery descending underground through red metal doors. A white poodle sitting in a window of a 3rd floor apartment barking noiselessly.
Enter Under
Legged creatures approaching you with bulging bodies and heads from Bed Bath and Beyond…Without talking they communicate to me the effort it took to consume and transport their goods back home.
Underground, under homes, pedestrians and lord know what else. I ‘m down in the subway, it’s hot and I start thinking about numbers and letters. The A,C, E line spellls ACE. I think of braille and Blackjack and the number 21. I think about helping my kids with their homework. There’s a certain chemistry here unlike anywhere else in the world. A tentative chemistry of chaos that works only to the extent that all must agree upon it working. The noise of the A train approaches. You are hit with it’s sound first, then its self generated wind hits you in the face. It’s cool refreshing breeze is short lived as the car comes a screeching halt and doors automatically open and people are let off. You enter and take your place among the Gestalt going further downtown.
