Fall 2012, New York, and a lot has been building up. Plenty of hammering, but many words too, scrawled in notebooks on late night trains, sent as DMs and emails-to-self in galleries where they don’t let you sit down or take photos. A lot of stars and bookmarks.
These six posts are culled from the last few months of notebooks, of the commonplace book. They may be conceptually linked, but only in my head. They may employ strategic and/or naive misunderstandings. They may be confused.
Still: we write.