Think of me as the Devil, small and naked, a little cat in one hand, a toy plane in the other. Think of Brooklyn as the Garden of Eden, full of wild beasts in repose among the lambs and the quails. Think of Gabriel Fowler as God, suffering me to darken the threshold of paradise. Next Monday night. At 7.
Conversation Gardening project I'm doing... so bring some ideas you want me to draw about...)