…and I continue to reel, missing the connections I made with so many wonderful people, missing the pad-pad-padding of foot to concrete, toe to curb, hand to walls, nose to subway scents, lens to landscape….

I am humbled by the knowledge continuing to mill around in my head after this outstanding NEH workshop where I only began to collect tidbits of an ever-blossoming education of Brooklyn and its waterfront.

I don’t know what to write about or how to write it.  I’m stumped with an overstuffed head condition that’s got me a little twisted up but I imagine a pleasant unraveling will soon begin to give way to an outpouring of reflection in the coming days.


After walking around the Greenpoint neighborhood and Water Taxi-ing from the Fulton Ferry Landing (East River) and down Newtown Creek, past mounds of trash, piles of recycling, thrown up tags and art pieces, discarded signs and an overgrown cemetery, I couldnt’t help but wonder what cultural habits of working class and working poor people are bulldozed over in the name of progress.
I also became interested in the ways in which our study this week might interrupt the natural rhythm of a particular neighborhood.
Some questions that popped up for me:
How did the study of Brooklyn’s Waterfront Area interrupt the natural flow of community?
Who is the observer?
Who is the observed?
When a neighborhood is gentrified, who and what gets left behind?
What and who become the afterthoughts of a culture?
I am seeing an interruption of mundanity and have become interested in the ways in which Working Class culture becomes an afterthought in the creating and maintenance of revisioning the past to create an interruptive future.
What becomes the new social landscape?
What is allowed to continue on as art?
What artifacts never meant to be art but became so through gentrification?