Maria Weems escaping in male attire. Brooklyn Abolitionists Exhibit (at Brooklyn Historical Society)
“ I don’t smoke crack mother fucker I sell it ”
“ There are for instance many people who suppress the hunger signals of the body with endless diets or by choosing a profession that gives them security rather than following the dream of what they wanted to become. The more we disregard these body signals, the further away from the original path we come. We switch off the body signals and live as if other people’s opinions are more important to us. Therefore, we gradually lose our original communication with the body. ”
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From Jeremiah’s Vanhsing New York - Chinatown Sidestreets
"(Tiny, crooked Doyers Street is empty and otherworldly. It feels so real that it feels unreal, like a movie set. Known as the Bloody Angle for its violent history of gang warfare between 1870 and 1930, Doyers still has an entrance to a secret network of tunnels connecting it to Bowery. Tong soldiers used to attack in the dark then flee through the tunnels to safety.
In The Believer, Alec Wilkinson writes, “Near the Bloody Angle were gangster hangouts called the Doctor’s, the Plague, the Hell Hole, the Cripples’ Home, the Dump, the Inferno, the Cob Dock, the Workingman’s Friend, Mother Woods’, Chick Tricker’s Fleabag, and McGuirck’s Suicide Hall.”)”
the-drawing-center: Mirtha Dermisache, Diario N° Año 1,1972. Ink on Paper, 18 5/8 x 14 3/8 inches (page 4 of 8). Courtesy Henrique Faria Fine Art, New York. (Dermisache’s work is in the Drawing Time, Reading Time exhibition.)