“You have to do some time in New York.
That’s what I tell all artists and filmmakers. Do your time in New York, do your time in LA”, Steve would tell me, whenever we’d talk and one of us would mention NYC. And this last time was no different…
Earlier this year I finished up my first full semester as a part time art teacher. I knew I felt that imparting knowledge was a noble profession, but I didn’t want to get stuck there you know?
So I toyed with the idea, just for a bit, of moving on, putting down roots...
Well, you know that moment, let’s call it affirmation, where someone speaks something into your life and you’re like, “well alright then ”? Maybe that’s what I was waiting for.
“When are you going to give your art a chance?” Marcus asked me —as if Miami was suffocating my emerging art career.
As if, amidst Miami’s humidity and the cycle of random job experiences, Christina Nicola had grown vines and started to strangle itself.
But in a way it had.
“You need to move to New York” he said and I agreed.
And I moved.