I dismantled my Artomatic installation last night. It was something of a melancholy process, not only because I enjoyed showing the work and was sorry to see it come down, but because it felt like a first in what’s likely to be an increasing number of lasts.
I treated myself to a plate of pasta afterwards, and when I left the restaurant I spotted this splash of yellow across the street in the early evening shade. On the macro scale, Crystal City is a singularly unattractive spot. All of its charm, if any there be, is in the details.