Silent Mind

I remember when I was up at grad school, being in my studio on 125th street in Harlem. It was a second floor with about four or five very large windows. Each window had a huge arc to them, very rounded. I could open them up and hear all the hustle and bustle of NYC, cars, sirens, whistles, the elevated portion of the 1/9 ran right by. One most magical evening, snow came and it fell gently. Snow has the most amazing ability to quiet everything and in a moment like that, I felt most alive.