Rooted - Fall 21
Remember that time you were riding your bike in Dumbo and I passed you and I turned back and we smiled and then just kept riding on our separate ways? Almost 20 years ago.
And then remember the next day or the day after we passed each other again on a different block in Brooklyn?
We kept crossing paths, until we shared enough friends that at some point we didn’t move on anymore. Art openings, block parties, dance parties, too many drinks at bars, sitting on sidewalks, studio visits, break ups, heart breaks, babies, marriages, freezing, sweating, laughing, crying, laughing. Laughing. Our worlds came together and your friends became mine and mine yours. New York, Miami, Los Angeles, London, Paris, Tokyo, Hong Kong. Our friendship has been a place I don’t need to return to because it’s always with me. Time moves, but we always have our place.
You’re in a place now that I can’t seem to reach and I am scared.
What is this place if you’re not with me? I know you’re here but I can’t hear you. Can you hear me? I’m screaming for you. Come back! Come back now! You need to come back to our place.