nestled in between the cuture of old bohemia (1910s-1920s) and construction of gothic revival (late 1800s), my life in greenwich village in 2020 was lonely yet lively.

my vantage point was the silver lining. it provided a beautiful landscape of time and place. the empty streets echoed obstacles as opportunities and reflected a future resurgance, a revival of renaissance past.

my rooftop garden felt symbolic of "the rose that grew from concrete" (tupac shakur)

per jimi hendrix (who once lived at the building five doors down), "in order to change the world, you have to get your head together first."

music: the wind cries mary

[words: may 2023 | video: august 2020]