Their photos are periods Punctuating short stories. forty, fresh-faced ones, reflecting everything on the table— everything possible—back at me: The promising painter, gifted filmmaker, Dancer-choreographer, talented sound-tech, up and coming musician—spring chapters extinguished by any means necessary— making space to breathe; creating under capitalism: basements, abandoned buildings, warehouses, wherever… Never visualizing fingers of fire playing … Continue reading For Ghostship Artists Lost In The Fire…