August 18, 2009. Today would have been my parent’s 67th wedding anniversary. I thought about it as the day started on my walk through Central Park. That was it, just thought about it. That thought had nothing whatsoever to do with the art that is pictured here I thought this photo was interesting in the context of the narrative with it. Is the man under the car, or has he fallen out of the car? Is it fatigue over all of that art sitting in the closet, is it an accident, is it a murder. The mystery just sits there. And then someone added a sketch of glasses to the grouping. They’re looking, watching, but out at the viewer, not in at the photo.
