Mm hmm.

It's been a crazy couple of weeks.

That is putting it mildly true.

As you can imagine what I'm writing is no longer an exhibition review expanded into a larger article which impacts both that works and the circumstances around the murders.

I see.

So I just wanted to get a, a few quotes from you.

Well, I don't know much of anything.

Your work is so McCobb and that's pretty interesting considering what happened.

That's a coincidence.

I'm not saying that you're at fault and I am certainly not saying that a ghost manifested by a collective storytelling killed a prominent art dealer.

I'm just saying that all of a sudden your work seems eternal.

What's next?

I'm expanding the work into a series.

I'm hoping he'll do a solo show all about Candyman spread the word.

Oh, I love that idea.

I'm surprised at how positive your take on my piece seems to be.

Now what grew on me?

It seemed like you didn't quite get it.

No, I get it.

The hood gentrification etcetera.

Artists gentrify the hood.

Who do you think makes the hood, the city cuts off a community and wait for it to die.

Then they invite developers in and say, hey you artists, you young people, you white preferably or only please come to the hood is cheap and if you stick it out for a couple of years we'll bring you a whole foods.

You want to be a part of the story.

Right?

That was a critic to really engage with the work to get it.

You should say it.

Say what?

Say his name.

Mm hmm.

Yeah.

I think you need to use the bathroom.

Oh, that's a good a time as any, I dare you.

Yeah.

Mm hmm.