James T. Green is a conceptual artist, radio producer, writer, and educator from Chicago, Illinois, and now in Brooklyn, New York.

thoughts + feelings

that may or may not exist

62: Liquidity

I write this in a dirty New York City cafe. The iced coffee is watered down and a playlist alternates between Corinne Bailey Rae and Rihanna fills the ambiance. I haven’t been NYC as an adult, so I decided to come here for the weekend.

Usually the focus is on what you do, but in-between all the hangouts and art hopping, traveling alone leads to a lot of insular time. As an introvert spirit in an extrovert’s carbon capsule, I craved this. Getting lost in subways and people watching, my sketchpads got more full than usual. With Instagram, your trips are explained in self portraits, clever captions, and check-ins.

The ice has now melted in the coffee, giving an appearance of gasoline in my cup. I swiped through what I found visually interesting through my stay, all the images I snapped and will keep to my self. The images that captured my interest aligned with the scattershot of written fragments in my sketchbooks over the course of three days.


Severing and loosening ties with people



A drawing of 8 rectangles

House memories

Movement sketches from a house music party in Culver Gore Park

Repetition in these instances

Obsessions ~ necessary thoughts

Those thoughts becoming true

Then false

The pathway of water and fluidity of

A sketch of Hito Steyerl’s “Red Alert”

Monochrome ~ liquidity


migration, multiculturalism, and globalization



Thinking thinking of that and those items

What it means to take notes and have it belong in a space to be embraced


I thought about the brevity of thought and the lessening of cruft. The laser-pointed focus of direction emitting from all the humans moving up and down the sidewalk.

”Listen man, if you tense up, you are just fucking yourself over. When nerves are tense, you are going to psych yourself up more than it is actually going to hurt. You gotta be able to flow like water and trust me papi.”

-My piercing artist in East Village


The purposefulness of the energies that surrounded my being from the moment I stepped outside onto the brownstone consumed me. I thought about what makes me myself instead of what it is I thought others perceived me as. 

”and I am not from here”

-scene from Hito Steyerl’s video piece, “Liquidity, Inc.”


Then I chose to embrace it
and hold on for dear life.

Thanks for reading,


James T. Green