A print from when I was living alone as a squatter in a funky city owned building. Someone was hitting and hitting the entry door for 30 minutes and, just when I finally opened the apartment door to see what was going on, a strange woman with blood in her eyes walked by me with an open knife. Her husband, a known loan-shark, was in his secret apartment upstairs with a friendly, other woman friend, but the steel door he installed to protect his money stash held out—for two more hours of his wife’s pounding, and no murder happened that night. She never saw me on her way upstairs and I didn’t open my door again to monitor either her exit or theirs.
New York Suite, Intaglio prints on cotton rag paper, 24” x 18”.