On the new esplanade at Gowanus, the brickwork looked sharp, unweathered, like it had just settled into place. A young tree stood next to a lamppost, its leaves just beginning to turn. Around it, construction cranes cut through the sky.
The drawing became about contrast—about how something brand-new can still hold the signs of change. Fresh surfaces, shifting seasons, a reminder that nature keeps its own rhythm even as the neighborhood is rebuilt around it.