As a parting remark by a college principle, I was told that he would look forward to the day that he saw my work hanging in MoMA. As such, I wasn’t quite sure how to take the remark. Was it final and long overdue gatekeeper validation of my clear artistic genius, or a form of mild mocking, better placed in a high school playground of false hope? I'll leave it up for you to decide.
If you do actually see any of this stuff at MoMA in the future, my apologies in advance.
Shibuya Crossing was feeling very Blade Runnner like on the night I went there. The rain drenched streets and umbrellas out in in full force and a kind of human density energy that few places can match. Still dreaming about this place.
