Artist statement
On the same wall.
We met at a group show on Calle Havre — Olivia there for the painter, James there for the free mezcal. We argued about the only red canvas in the room and left before the speeches, still arguing, all the way to the taquería.
Seven years later we still measure this city in openings — which rooms ran hot, who bought what, where the flash photos ended up. James proposed in front of that same red canvas, on loan again. So this is our opening night.
No art on the walls this time — just everyone we love in one room.
