at least it feels that way, my head and spirit are still in new york most days but my body is in lima. i haven't made any art yet but have sort of re-discovered a place that i think will trigger it: my grandparent's house which is falling apart and i call 'my own personal detroit'. i haven't been yet, have only seen pictures of it taken by my brother, but will go soon after work and photograph memories of a childhood spent in a unique home with an indoor garden (where tato, my grandfather once made a pachamanca!) and i'm sure is now inhabited by ghosts. maybe i'll even see myself as a child running around on black and white tiled floors, learning the language of chickens...

p.s.: one of my boxes was featured in another flckr gallery http://www.flickr.com/photos/bibber/galleries/72157625941165934/