The instrumental equivalent to our friendship would probably be a drum solo. Raw, yet rhythmic, energizing, of unexpected intensity and turns. One you’d need to dance to. The drumming began in medias res, we followed the beat and moved to an old warehouse in Brooklyn. One large open space - undone, unconsidered and somehow free. When it rained outside, it rained inside through the skylight. New York increasingly became an abstract ground to our concrete imagination. These are the pictures we took. We can see it in our faces
