walking through the industrial part of long island city, queens.
it is dirty, it is vacant of colors and trees and even people really. only people are people in giant trucks. they are unseen and are almost more truck than person.
it is noisy and machine clicking sounds are everywhere. it smells like rubber and soot. it is gray and gray and bleak, and even when the sky it very blue, it makes it seem a bit gray because the entire environment here is so gray.
seems entirely empty of anything good. and then i hear… some of the best rock music i have heard in an awhile. from a studio. from a band practicing in a warehouse on the street i am walking on. i stop and listen. i clap and whistle when the song is done. after the third take they have really gotten it down! i am a fan! but i dont think they hear me because a truck goes by when i am clapping, and they are way up high.
i finish my walk, arriving at the painter’s studio i have come to sit in. there is so much gorgeous art in this studio space, and more down the hall in her studio mate’s space, and more probably in the next warehouse over.
the mix of the beauty and desolateness is amazing to feel.
it gets right into your skin and lifts all the gray dust off.