After climbing four narrow flights of stairs, I enter Bonnie Lucas’s SoHo apartment/studio, a three hundred-square-foot-or-so homage to her own life. The walls are teeming with art; her desk is covered in beads, bows, severed doll heads, and what looks like several lifetimes’ worth of glue. As Lucas shows me
My first day ever in New York, age sixteen, I got stuck in the middle of Central Park in the pouring rain with no umbrella and zero sense of direction. Drenched, cold, and hopelessly wandering from the Alice in Wonderland statue to the steps of the Met, I was in
I spent the summer working for my professor, Jennifer Baumgardner, in New York City. The work was … eclectic. For instance, one day I wandered the sticky-hot streets of the East Village with a roll of posters featuring bloody underwear under my arm and a bowl of clumpy homemade glue
