“Tell me, Jodi," began the dealer, "what interests you?”
I’d imagined this question many times and had rehearsed the list of important artists and sculptural works, works that inspired me. Works like “Guitar” and “The Palace at 4 AM” – hardly considered figurative – the opposite of figurative, nonetheless those that taught me about the conception of space, the body and its wants. But just as I was about to open my mouth, I realized what a pretentious fool that would make me sound.
“You’re not from New York, are you?"
“Connecticut. It’s morning everywhere in America though.”
