I saw an elephant walk through Manhattan one night. Waiting to cross the street, I looked down at the Midtown Tunnel and it was quiet. An elephant walked out, followed by a man with a shovel and a bucket on wheels.
A few minutes later, the light went green, cars and pedestrians continued back into the city streets. For a moment, the streets I walked routinely had been host to a spectacle that was anything but routine, casting that part of the city and those inhabitants into a collective gathering of celebration.
Each of these components–the elephant, the crowd, the man with the bucket–holds aspirations for me in creating interruptions to prompt questions of what might be possible. I like to think that my work could be someone else’s elephant.