Tree Key
©2013 Craig Ashby
Digital Photograph

Tree Key is more found unrealness. Does that twig even look real? Does anything anymore? Was the key found and hung or left intentionally?

Why is there a key on a fake twig? Does it open an anodized box that flips reality and makes me a desperate Hollywood lesbian starlet? Will it summon the homeless Joga?

It’s this constant weirdness that makes New York so appealing. If you are in need of magic look no further. Want a little synchronicity, come to my city. Never try to run from anything here, it will withdraw and find you later.

Be warned, it is the loneliest city in the world. Thanks for putting that out there Kate. It is, but it is absolutely the best instanteously reactive place I have ever been.

Think of an idea and see it repeated endlessly moments or days later. Read about something and even if obscure, you will hear others talk about it in time. Constant synchronicity on a level I have never seen.

No fakery. No faux manners or weighted polarity. Just instant magic. Chase it or hide. It is all you can do in a magic city.