I'm jumping in with the idea that the younger me of 1989 intersects with the older me of 2019--in a fabulous New York City penthouse build by characters from 1979. I'm determeined to fold these stories together and make something delicious-- trapped in time and spiced with life, both past and present.
My companion has been the old radio on the kitchen window ledge. I've kept it turned to a jazz station--with pops and stacic and fade-ins. It also feels trapped in itme and as if it were begging me to tune it in and turn it on. Maybe the whole place was. ~Greg Fox