What an amazing weekend!  At this point everyone who’s been a part of this project is absolutely fried and spent and to even try to understand all of the shit that went down this weekend would be too crazy for us.

It’s now 7:46 in the morning and we’re still buzzing off the incredible heart and energy that finally returned to the streets of Lower Manhattan. 

For us, this weekend was about what New York once was. It was about showing people what New York should be.  It’s what people want in New York - and other cities but don’t usually have the ability to express it.

At this point all we can say is thank you, thank you, thank you! to everyone who showed up with open minds and open hearts and contributed to what will go down as one of the most amazing weekends in most of our lives.  For a while there it felt like some sort of mini Woostock for urban art.

All weekend people asked Sara and I - “Did you know that Wooster on Spring would be this fucking huge?  They expect our answer to be something like -

“How can you ever anticipate that kind of madness? Of course not” 

But in truth, we knew all along that it was going to be this big. Because for years there has been this pent up demand for a weekend like this, not only in New York, but in other cities all around the world.  If you are a part of the contemporaty urban art scene, then you know that the crazyness of this weekend is only the tip of the iceberg. 

We’ve known all along that people need to create art not because they are allowed to, but because in their heart, all they need is to be recognized for being a human being on this planet just like everyone else.

The artists who created and donated their heart, talent and vision inside the building share a common view of the world with the people who painted outside on the building.

Was it hard to get all of the artists to participate?

No.

Because we are all part of the same family and share the same vision of the world. 

Cleaning up late last night, we saw what will definately be our favorite tag of the weekend on the building. It was placed just a few feet from the door to get in.  Someone had written very small with a pen…

“hour 5. amost in”

Off to bed.