What is Epithelium? Hah! I laugh when the question is asked. Not because it’s a stupid question, but because I still don’t know how to answer.

Epithelium was my life for approximately 9 months. (And the pregnancy analogy seems fitting here) It was my first real art project. My first collaboration. My directorial debut. It was the first time ever I saw something through to the bitter (bitter) end. It was the wall I constructed to hide myself from New York. It was the wall my lover couldn’t scale. It was every good thing and every bad thing about my first master’s degree at NYU. It was the only thing I thought about. Walking through Union Square was Epithelium. Rats in the subway were Epithelium. It was everything in New York that I was scared of. Yet even today, when someone asks me what it is, I just shrug. Look it up, I say.