My City Was Burning and Went Bankrupt the Year I Was Born (also known as step on a crack, break your mother’s back; I remember cornstalks growing in a neighbor’s yard glimpsed from a school bus window, and streets paved with dreams that shone like gold as the City defaulted on loans). 2018. Embroidery, beading on fabric. 13.5×17.25″.

Myths and pathos of NYC of my childhood | 2018 | (In)Visible Indigo | Comments (0)