I have been looking at this painting nearly my whole life I walk into a small spot with beats blasting arabic party vibes and a line full of the new york mix families, drunks, jazz cats, artists, and students I remember one night these two indian cats strolled in asking for the hot sause they did not know what they were in for.. Pita drencehd in red followed by humbled tears the place to refuel after a gig after a much needed stroll the best tahini in town the quickest servic

When we as white people are impatient defensive patronizing condescending dismissive when black folks interrupt our comfort our security our agenda our belief system our time our vacation our workshop our rally we are denying the truth that sits in black bodies that are targets that have been targets that know an experience that we watch from afar that we have seen on a show, a social media post, witness in lived experience, even in the quiet conversation of lovers and partne

What do we share and do we bare on these online spaces.. I sometimes cringe at the cracks that people reveal the delicate truths and flawed forays into the psychosis that is the human experience sometimes I am moved by the openness, the vulnerability, the generosity to let us in what are the psychological implications of this public platform that becomes a space that might have been sitting by the hudson river at 2am under dark of night and the impossible quiet of New York or