A Glimpse of the Room

Your Choice: Listen or Read Plato’s Cave was no longer an idea. It was already taking up space. The cave was forming inside the storefront window—layers of white Styrofoam rising, tightening, opening—still raw, still unfinished, still…

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Carving the Cave

Your Choice: Listen or Read I installed the neon first, and I did it myself. There was no neon crew, no art handlers, no gloves—just one museum staffer and two halves of a sign made of…

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Building the Prototype

Your Choice: Listen or Read Before New York, before the deadline, there was the prototype. I built it in my studio, not as a model but as a rehearsal. The idea was already large, already complex,…

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Where Ideas Come From

Your Choice: Listen or Read When I try to picture my studio at this time, what I see is not a clean slate but a kind of productive aftermath. The space still carried the residue of…

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Jerome Opens the Door

Your Choice: Listen or Read By the summer of 1984, things were already moving faster than I fully understood. I was working constantly, often on several projects at once, fueled by equal parts conviction and improvisation.…

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1982 — The Year of Becoming

Your Choice: Listen or Read If I look back at 1982, I see myself living three lives at once, unaware they were slowly braiding themselves into one identity. There was the work-for-money life, the practical one.…

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Allagash: Two Acts Of Bravery

Your Choice: Listen or Read When the year at Cranbrook ended, neither of us could bear the quiet idea of parting. The magic of that place had woven itself through our days, but it was Lynn…

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Roanoke, the Near Miss

Your Choice: Listen or Read It was only a few months after Storm King — early spring, when the thaw makes you feel like the world is loosening its grip. Siah had another installation scheduled, this…

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Forecast: The Stairwell Timeline

Your Choice: Listen or Read It was about two years after that first Forecast slide night — long enough for me to feel rooted in Minneapolis, but still early enough that everything felt new and slightly…

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