There was a moment in NY when I had ten minutes to wait for some friends. So I sat. Watched. Observed. It was the only moment in NYC when I felt like I could grasp where I was, who I was and what I was doing in this world among millions of others who were attempting to do the same exact thing I was. Feeling invisible and invincible at the same time. I let go and gave in to what was happening around me without worry. Knowing that whoever sat next to me on the bench I was sitting on should be considered a treat from destiny. I took it in, realizing that the painter in front of me was probably doing the same, along with the ten portraits staring right back at me – so I stared back. Time seemed to slip away. Ten minutes felt like ten hours, but I was okay with that.
keep time – gauntlet hair