This is an ode to the press. I write a lot of these leading up to publications I care about. This one was unique, I sketched on some boxes, used some spray paint and some sharpies. In the space above what is captured in this photograph are three parallel rivers, the Ganges, the Susquehanna, and the Lethe.
I live in place where I am inundated with imagery of three rivers and bridges. Choosing my three rivers and doing so in an ode to the press felt like an empowering experience that I return to often.
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