I made this painting a few years ago, of the i5 scar cutting through downtown Seattle – did you know when they built these interstates that they chose poor/marginalized (black) neighborhoods to displace for the construction? Yeah.
Man, I must have spent 50 hours putting paint on this, layer after layer, getting it crunchy. Then it dried, I rolled it up, and stuck it on a shelf, until this morning when I found it cleaning my studio. Some binder clips and a couple of pieces of lath and now it’s on my wall, reminding me of itself. Some days – why art? Do you have any big art projects you felt were important enough to burn away a couple dozen evenings and mornings, then buried it when it was finished?
