Night, Streets, The Lantern
The meaningless and dusky light.
A quarter of the century more -
All fall the same into your sight!
You died - as it was before -
You have the former way to start:
The streets, the lantern, the drugstore,
Swell of the canal in the night. Aleksandr Blok
Summer is over. Back to School. Stack your cords beside the house. Hold each other close and raise your children around the fire. Hoist up the storm windows, and rake up the leaves. It is time for nature to get back to us. Walking backwards across the bridges, it is time to get back to the practice. Put our shoulders against the wind, and do what we do best.
For Night, Streets, The Lantern I have selected work from artists that to me, sum up the experience of this city in this season; the exhilaration at change, dread of the impending cold, and the honing of ones craft to buttress against these forces