I sat for a very brief moment today in front of 810 Lincoln Road. As I rested there, the music, humming low from underneath the awning at the Art Center, was especially eerie. I wondered if they were playing it specifically for the days ahead. (They’ve had this whole audio project going on for a long, long stretch of time now. Very soft, non-intrusive sound playing onto the pedestrian street.)
I looked at the space before me and thought about places I’m familiar with on the beach. Places that provide for interesting or unique backdrops. And I thought about the noticeable details of a person. I thought about space and negative space.
I left after the girl with the black wings appeared.