by Amy Trachtenberg
In the decades that followed, we shared our crushes and passions for architecture and dance, displacement in distant lands, textiles and bones. We traded postcards and books by Bachelard, Baudelaire, Broodthaers, Boetti, Matisse, Marquet, Diebenkorn and Cunningham, as well as cut-ups and photos of seashores. We discussed unmaking. While conceiving or stalled on new pieces or projects, David had a confidence in or dependence on being in the state of not knowing. The early phases of our conversations were often via typed and hand-written letters and postcards.
August 10, 1989 David wrote: