03/19/2025
I can’t believe we are actually moving to New York.
Driving to grandma’s third-floor Queens walkup, heartbeat faster as the city explodes over the horizon. Seventeen, waking up in a family friend’s apartment on Bleecker: why would anyone choose to wake up anywhere else? Senior year, planning for concrete but taking a three year detour through cornfields for an MFA. Finally living on 173rd between Montana Shakespeare summers, intending to return but falling so stupidly in love with that it was Boston or bust. Heading south in 2020, let’s give Providence a year, planning to save up and then try The City again. But pregnancy, then pandemic, blessedly held with family and fine work for nearly five years.
Then: a visit last March, watching our son at ease in the noise and rush, the little voice that I heard when I toured Krannert, when I met my wife, when I stepped into any of my studios for the first time, said quietly, forcefully: “now.”
So we’re doing it. We found an apartment in Park Slope, kindergarten starts in the Fall. We’ll be keeping our studios in New England, continuing to do our work here, albeit less of it, with a longer commute. We will try to open a studio in NYC as soon as it makes sense. Please keep asking us to work in New England (we may say no, and our prices will probably be higher) and please think of us for any and all image-making in New York.
It feels absolutely insane to (sort of) start over at close to forty, (and with such uncertainty and chaos in the world), but if we don’t do this now we never will.
Boston- I will miss your people, but I will not miss your goat-path tangles of traffic, your inexplicable high cost of living, your lack of cheap rooms to make art or food.
We land April 12th, if you’re there and want to grab coffee or a drink we’d love to say hi.
(Check out the next post for some logistics and FAQs, and see you soon!)
