It’s been a while since I thought or jotted about the art world- I’ve been so consumed by the violences of the world. But in the past few weeks I’ve met some folks who have really reinvigorated my sense of purpose and belonging, and reminded me of all the people who brought me up in the nyc culture space. I sadly can’t tag all of you, but I hope you know who you are. Thank you. As usual, these are informal musings- the 3am jots on a digital notepad that can be messy and typo filled. Here’s My latest micro essay on the (mainstream) art world and reminding ourselves of our power. Le Sigh: typo in final slide should read “unaccommodated” not “on accommodated”.