Regenerating a Memory
Sitting in the (short) grass with a Make America Green Again hat on. I rented my first Brooklyn apartment because of its’ fantastic access to outdoor space. One, my garden, was private. This explains a little more about how the other - this park - worked to further my practice of regenerative art - a process through painting that had the impact of regenerating a memory for me. Welcome to Herbert Von King Park and the emergent Brooklyn Commons…
The dog run was a hugely popular feature of the park. Deep wood chips replaced the mud pit when people got organized - demanding no more mud, running water and shade - and they got it! Solidarity, Bitches! Here, a woman sits with her dog.
The park was like a stage for performance, a workshop for all kinds of recreation. To my delight, it was often strewn with bikes. Recreational everything floated across all mediums. I came to know the gardener Queen - Eve - the master of the entire block - and a skilled regenerative fabricator. She even gave me permission to re-plant the tree I grew in my backyard and provided cover for one of my guerrilla gardening efforts.