When they took down the statue of Columbus in a New Haven park and left the pedestal, the base, the stand; it so sat in the craw of the enclave of dwindling Italian holdouts, that it seemed to them like a slap of arrogant power in their face.

A one page story, included in a zine just published by Skowhegan about lost or destroyed artworks.

Sometimes we say things, myself included, that we may regret.

You may not know when it’s going to happen. But then, when they sneak out and sometimes embarrass you, you may try to ignore or hide them. I think that’s called “Denial”.

Pluralism, part of the Artspeak in the 80’s (that no one uses anymore), seemed to try to justify the fracturing of prevailing art movements and encourage doing, well, whatever you wanted, even if it seemed retrograde.