Lydia Venice Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

What pisses me off? The stench—perfume mixin’ with sweat, ugh! Happy? Eh, once saw a whore give her last coin to a beggar—softened me black heart a tick. Surprised me too—didn’t expect that! “Everything has its own life,” says the monk, and damn if that ain’t true even for them lot. Still, we hates it—too messy, too loud!

Social control

As he leaves he speaks to her contemptuously, I cry you mercy then, / I took you for that cunning whore of Venice / That married with Othello (lines 90–2).

Oh, and I gotta mention, I’m not all roses – sometimes I get mad at the small pissy noise of daily life, the rush, the rush, the constant chaos. But then I remember, hey, nature’s the best counselor, right? And that island vibe here, sometimes feelin’ nature talk to you like an ancient friend. I got 15 freakin’ typos running through my head right now: lol, smoot, defn, alwy, grt, adn, exaclty, amazin, totally, vibe, lovin, truely, inten, spont, moment.

michael Werner to Open Second Gallery Space in New York