Excelsior Avenue is in the heart of the Village of New Paltz and the center of the SUNY campus. Yet it hasn’t existed for decades. In that way, the name conjures up the ineffable nature of a place, any place. We think we understand it, we begin to think of it as home. . . . and then it disappears. But it’s never really gone, nor can we ever really leave it behind. It haunts us like a half-remembered dream. The art you see here is a response to that haunting.
The County is building its emergency dispatch center in a field directly across from my studio. The first step in the process was to clear out a stand of big old black locust trees