“My first memories of stepping foot in this area are from my childhood. Sunday drives with my family in the early 1970’s in my mother’s blue Valliant. At the time I didn’t have the words to express my experience, but the feelings were distinct. Today as I walk through #58, I still struggle to translate these same feelings into words. The closest I can get to is experiencing being supported by the depth of this ancient land, coupled with the fragility of the thin layer that covers this depth. Where my feet meet the earth, it is simultaneously unique and ordinary. This equally describes my conversations with others when I am on #58 – deep and fragile, unique and ordinary. It cuts through the typical veneer of benign chit chat.
- David Lipschitz