Key Piece of My Heart: Machine Yearning June 2026
It’s twenty minutes before door open when Vince, the show curator, looks me in the eye and says, “Crunch time.” On the table, the chandelier is gutted, I am applying solder and electrical tape to wrap the half dozen wires into one coherent chunk of copper, to run into the laptop adapter that I’ve hacked as to operate as the power supply.
I nod, I don’t want to retort that I have been in crunch time for the last three days, in preparation for my piece, “Key Piece of My Heart” for the annual NYC…


