and then they all cracked

Last Monday was the first sunny day in a week. I had a really gorgeous pinhole camera projecting in my studio. It was set up on full wall-sized window in studio, and I had just gotten it right while having studio visit with the critic from Time Out New York. The visit was going miraculously well, when we began to hear a series of long, searing snapping sounds. All the window panes, covered in blackout fabric, overheat & broke. As the critic helped me rip the blackout cover off the window, he told me that this would be the most memorable studio visit he's had...at least for a while.

After this incident, and after this summer's live-bird-trapped-mysteriously-in-the-fusebox incident in my studio in Italy, It was gently suggested to me by my friends that I discontinue my work with magic and alchemy. An incompetent alchemist, that's me. I refused but had only broken windows and no mid-term work to show for myself. The only record I had of this project so far were the drawings I projected as placeholders with my little old Tracer Jr.