EAST COAST (2016 — 2018)
In this body of work titled East Coast, I am reacting to the reality that I am no longer a New Yorker in physicality while simultaneously never feeling more like a New Yorker. And yet, each time I return “home” I feel out of step and out of touch with the lifeblood and pulse of New York. They city, its people and culture charges on as it always does. Sleeplessly.
Since relocating to Denver I am constantly reminded of where I’m from. There are four questions I am asked as I meet new people and these questions feel more like an inquisition than a genuine attempt at friendship: Where are you from? How long have you been here? Do you like it here? Do you think you’ll stay? Contrast these to the common questions you’ll encounter if you live in New York and meet someone new: What do you do? What neighborhood do you live in? How much is your rent? No one in New York cares too much about where you are from and what your backstory is. People are more interested in your current narrative, your lifestyle, and ambitions.
Thousands of people in Colorado have placed a NATIVE bumper sticker on their car, a relentless reminder that I’m considered a “transplant’ in the eyes of people whose grandparents and great-grandparents moved west before I did. As rents and the cost of housing rises, traffic increases, ski lift ticket costs skyrocket, and congestion on hiking trails grows, it is generally blamed on non-natives moving to Colorado and altering the Denver way of life. Being confronted with NATIVE stickers every time I leave my home, there is a general feeling that I am unwelcome. I’m reminded of the 2002 Martin Scorsese film Gangs of New York and a quote spoken by Daniel Day-Lewis’ character Bill 'The Butcher' Cutting: “At my challenge, by the ancient laws of combat, we are met at this chosen ground, to settle for good and all who holds sway over the Five Points: us Natives, born rightwise to this fine land, or the foreign hordes defiling it.”
By an accident of coincidence, Denver, like New York City, has a neighborhood called the Five Points.