MASKED FIGURE NO. 2
THOMAS PICKARSKI (USA)
It's a big city view from the window of my tiny apartment. Rooftop decks on the five story brownstones across the courtyard are abandoned. Yards are deserted and there's a mulberry tree coming into full bloom. It's an odd silence. Like the way sound seems cushioned after a snowstorm and doesn't travel very far. Did I miss my Saint Patrick's Day birthday? That morning I fumbled with pliers and scissors in my mouth over a hand mirror on the kitchen table as I took my dental stitches out, and the mailman never came. I'm riveted by the stories and news reports, constantly pausing the video streams to savor the still photographs and study the statistical charts.