the city moves on
the sweat of workers
smoking mirrors
I’m at the dentist’s later today. I’ll be thinking as the drill buzzes of how impossible it seemed after my heart attack, actually even before, that I would be having a show with my friend of forty years NYC based artist Millree Hughes and my new friend the master Méxican artist and curator Aldo Flores.
I might record the sound as an Involuntary Music piece.
Paul
