I was fortunate enough to recently be interviewed for a Brazilian show dealing with the New York art scene. As part of the interview they wanted to go with me as I installed a piece. I visited a spot that I have been thinking about for quite some time, years in fact where I used to ride my bike and rollerblade. What was particularly meaningful about this location was that it fit the needs exactly for a more developed installation of work that I created over the past year. In particular there was a security light that I have been looking for for a while to install the Icarus piece against. The install went quite well, and I was very happy with the overall composition. We went and had lunch, toasted with a beer and came back only to witness the death of the installation.
I have never had the opportunity to be witness to the demise of one of my works. I found it quite breathtaking. I can not say I was bummed, the wall was very nice and clean, and I had the feeling it would not last long. But it was just wild to see the entire life cycle compressed in such a short time. The best part is that the folks interviewing me went up to the maintainence guy and began to start questioning his actions.
