CRAWLING HOME was a six-month odyssey on my hands and knees. Over the course
of twenty individual crawls and three seasons I crawled from the bottom of Manhattan all
the way up Broadway to my home at the top of the island in Washington Heights.
Crawling home was born out of a desperate simultaneous impulse to protest, fight,
collapse, and surrender. It was a performance, a public ritual, a grueling odyssey, and
perhaps a rite of passage that was long overdue. As with all my work I wrote about it and
the crawling stories and images can be experienced here.