RITUAL

In a Lincoln Heights A-frame art space beneath wood-beam rafters, I sat on the floor behind a wedge monitor, crisscross applesauce, tuning in to the frequency of the room. It was cozy. The loftiness and shape of the space reminded me of small churches I'd been to in the past. The walls were covered in art, and I thought of all the paintings and portraits throughout time that have lived in churches, and how I believe that art (music included) is one of the closest things to Go