Marc Kaminsky: “…the saddest thing is to see a person struggle week after week against the knowledge of who he is, the knowledge that is always trying to come home to him.”
I have been calling it the shell of my book, but when I say the word shell I don’t mean an eggshell, where everything is neat, suspended, and contained within a thin, fragile layer, I mean the other kind of shell. A conch or maybe a broken piece of coral, where the elements can flow in one way and flow out another.
A dimmed corner of a life and a time I’d only heard stories about. I was in Nutley to seek evidence that the stories were true.
While flipping through the Jefferson Market Library’s copy of Art Forum, I came across an article about David Hammons entitled “The Snowball Effect.”