In this hot summer start, you want wind and water, or the air conditioner, but after spooling up Willoughby video, I had to trek out to Billy Burg to look at a studio to maybe sublet for the summer. It was hard to leave the rose gardens of the slope for the Hell’s Ditch of B.Burg. I never quite got the area. It’s dumpy, it’s bridge is dumpy, but I guess ass these pseudo hipsters keep telling themselves how fabulous it is, untill they believe it. Still it might be a fun spot to paint in, if for the only reason that I’ve had a studio in every artsy neighborhood in N.Y. by now… except B. Burg and Chealsea…
The nice thing was it gave me the opportunity to walk the B.Burg Bridge for the first time. I’ve been so hung up on it’s grander cousins, that I’d ignored the squat thing till yesterday. You feel a bit like a rat in a cage on this bridge. It is all fenced in, so you don’t have that open feeling of the Brooklyn and to a lesser extent the Manhattan bridges. I suppose it is to stop people from killing yourself, but crossing over bidges is a great way to feel exalted and after scurrying through this cage, you want to kill yourself more… or more than you would if you walked Brooklyn Bridge…. Good for biking though.
