Early one morning just as the sun was rising I was wandering up the High Line savouring its seemingly effortless gorgeousness when I came across an El Anatsui work being installed. Sadly he was not commanding the team but a man called instructions from behind a bush, while El's assistants precariously lurched across the wall -crumpling or angling flattened tin sheets on command. Broken Bridge II shimmered and gleamed and was perfect in this context.
It's almost a year since I first made this walk with Team Yau-Stephens. This time was faster-paced, very peaceful and a lot warmer though I grinned at the memory of their great company...
