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I am wrestling with using this space as a catalogue of ideas and materials, and deciding how beholden I should be to a schedule. I intend to use this as a place to build momentum. To be open and vulnerable, and share different facets of my work. A mix of sketches, photographs, writing, and other things with the aim of providing insight into my practice.

This is a test run.

Richard Serra passed away on a Tuesday. The day before, my partner and I spent time at Dia Beacon, turning his work into monuments of our joy. Cosmic coincidences.

Went to the Bronx Zoo on an overcast day. In an exhibition navigating the growth stages of robins, there was a plaque describing the fictitious death of a hypothetical fledgling. This bird would never make it to be a juvenile, and as the placard read, “Died of pneumonia, became nourishment for spring flowers.” I spent a lot of time thinking about the things that reach out and tether us to the world - all the things we owe each other. When I was younger, I lived, for a time, a few blocks away from the zoo and would often go to a small park adjacent to the Bronx River entrance. I had an affinity for the park sprinklers. There were tulips in bloom near the Pelham Parkway 2 train station as we walked to the zoo that day. Thank you to the robin for giving us those flowers.

Made a playlist to coincide with this first segment. 10 songs that have been on repeat in the studio and have fueled, informed, and sustained me. Listen here.