Dear New Yorker,
“All I have is a voice
To undo the folded lie,
The romantic lie in the brain
Of the sensual man-in-the-street
And the lie of Authority
Whose buildings grope the sky:
There is no such thing as the State
And no one exists alone;
Hunger allows no choice
To the citizen or the police;
We must love one another or die.”
W.H. Auden
P.S. Over the last 20 years I’ve been working as a professional photographer. This work is less about the city as a place and more about what the city is in my mind and in my heart: the emotions, questions, impulses, and desires I’ve experienced, and discovered.
J M L