A Day In The Life - Molly Rose Liberman

The Morning/D Train

I can’t see the ocean from here but the tide still comes in: the wave of walls shedding their layers will have a new skin tomorrow. 

Midtown midmorning 

A completely silent city except the elevator motors. The Stacks is a way of life I know well; but these boxes are boxes you can look inside of, unlike the skyscrapers ahead. 

The hours from 2pm-6pm are unmarkable. I'm buying stonehedge paper at the store and they ask how long the exhibition is up for and I say, it’s up for a while, at least until summer. 

By dusk I stop by my studio to unpack some boxes. I sit on the windowsill and make a phone call. 

Then I walk home, placing my uneaten sweet potato in the fridge. 

The Darkness is never a complete darkness here

I turn on the ceiling fan. Small movements flutter around my room. There’s a stack of books at the foot of the bed I used as a tool for flattening paper yesterday. I make myself a cup of tea.

A heavy breeze and a warm amber light will knock me out.

But I’ll fall asleep before the cup is empty. I get in bed and whisper to myself ….

“tomorrow I will attend, tomorrow I will be better.”

This month we asked Molly Rose Lieberman a New York-born and based artist.