perfume and miasma (2011)
I was struck by the strange aura of this place. At once beautiful and repulsive, the Gowanus revealed itself to me slowly, layer by infinite layer. A bird in the sky crosses paths with an airplane. Train tracks above. A hidden life lives below the waters. Tires lining parts of the canal are marked with the horizontal insistence of the waters gentle tide. Surrounded by bridges, factories, trash, plants and animals. Endless juxtapositions. A thick layer of oil becomes the canal’s skin.