Summer in Brooklyn is coal-oven hot and obscenity-washed and sun-weary and smelly and goddamn beautiful and heavy with watching, watching this carnival strut down the avenues, onto the stoop-sitting streets, into your home that's seen a hundred summers come and go (and more). Summer in Brooklyn expands you. And I daresay it's a better place to be than most (or all).
This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.