"We're gonna rise above."

These slow-paced days are waning. All that talk of needing a break seemed so jejune when I got back into the studio. Who could want a break from the myriad of inspiration & unadulterated production? We find patterns of work & glimpses of pure genius in unexpected places. We align & realign out allegiance to the people we see prosper not to hitch onto their coattails, but to gain a bit of that blinding light we're all seeking. A rebirth of our generation is occurring on a daily basis within these walls. I'm both grateful & responsible for the opportunity.

"We were sleeping until you came along."

As I walked around the Whitney Museum of American Art, I couldn't help but realize how solemn the building felt as a whole. The closest thing to ebullient were the apertures on the north facade, inserted at odd angles against the tyrannical orthogonality of the building's facade. These moments helped to express the feelings of joy I experienced from the work of Roni Horn, despite the fact my favorite works-- Another Water- were not located in the rooms with these windows. Every stairwell felt like an opportunity to begin anew, to view something with fresh eyes, & I think the decision to take the stairs helped that feeling. Movement in a space is always a vital aspect, something we might take for granted on a daily basis.
After visiting the museum, I walked through Central Park and was immediately reminded of the scale of the city. It's these brief moments of cognizance we should alway remember; short, yet truly heavy, moments that help us to realign ourselves. Those moments of confusion or dread are wiped away in one swift motion & we're immediately ardent to engage in new tasks. I left the city with my head a bit clearer during this break. I became a bit more aware of my ability to produce outside of the studio & found the simple push needed to do so.