I’ve been working on a large burning figure, sort of based on the Butoh Dancer below, but then I was walking around Williamsburgh yesterday and the whole place filled with smoke from the Greepoint fire. Coming home fron the Cherry Blosssoms, I caught the ploom and siren of the Propane tank explosion on the Dowtown Cop Shop roof… so the last few days have been weirdly war zoneish and with the pleasant skies and lovely weather, its hard not to flash back on some of the intense 9/11 memories… Anyway, I walked by some flower and it gave off a soothing beautiful perfume.
