Along Machinery Ave., just off East 70th Street in the St. Clair section of Cleveland, for many years there was this scene in a little sliver of nature along machiney Avenue. In this section of town the streets rre dead ends, and everything north of St. Clair is industry with some homes tucked in between.
I couldn’t think of a better epigram to represent my relationship to the city of Cleveland, more preciely its inahbitants, partcualrly in the east or west side suburbs.
In Citizen Kane, we find that one’s quest through life ends with a core image from childhood. Tired in a tree, would be my core image explaining what happened after any sort of contact with art, hipsters or residents of this city, who, while living in their own world, long ago, placed a tire over a tree branch and no one noticed.
Sometime between August and Decemeber in 2018, the tree, in fact, all the trees here were cut down, and smashed up, graded over. The metaphor itself won’t free. Only by creating a barrier between myself and those who live entirely within their own world, that which was designed to always be down to earth and in motion will never be tangled.