For every time someone says to me, "I don't see you in New York City. I can't imagine you there." A friend I hadn't seen in three or four years told me this last night. Or when someone says to me "cheer up" after midnight. This repeats too. Things repeating. A common reaction. The same interchange, now in its thirtieth version. Things repeating. Mannerism, phrase, thought. The same story told over and over again. What can I say? Look closer. Lean forward. Look closer. Lean forward. Listen. Stop. Listen.

(Curated by Tracey McTague)

October 24: Maureen Thorson & Douglas Rothschild
November 14: CE Putnam & Jessica Fiorini
November 21: John Most & Lauren Ireland
December 19: Gina Myers & Brenda Bordofsky
January 23: Stacy Szymaszek & Tara Betts
February 13: THE POETRY ROAST- of Mesmer & Lorber

(Directions)

Battle Hill at BarBQ: 20th Street & 6th Avenue
in GreenWood Heights/South Slope Brooklyn

Take the R or M to the Prospect Avenue station. Walk up the hill and turn
right on 6th Avenue. Two blocks down on 6th Avenue.

Sitting at my parents’ kitchen table, via an international calling card, I was talking to Erwan Bouroullec about nature, about how we live, about design. And I thought about last month, looking up, sleeping in the national forest. Not being able to stop the spinning, not being able to orient myself. The gauze or the milk that covered the stars. And I thought about running barefoot down the sidewalks as a kid. The bottom of my feet turning into the darkest sky. This work is an emergency that is larger than the stars, larger than us.