I went to several SLAMS while writing this article, each time trying to find the right words to describe an experience that is deliberately without words. I walked, ran, spun furiously, held poses, pretended to be a mouse as I scrambled on the floor.
Photo by Brynne Quinlan The enduring stories of the statues that inhabit Davis Square I’ve been hung up on these statues for most of my life. I grew up in Davis Square. I have brief, early memories of the giant holes that became subway stations, as viewed from a stroller. Continue Reading