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Man sleeping on blanket beside people

The occupation of City Hall in New York during the mass wave of protests that swept across America last summer in the wake of the wanton slaughtering of George Floyd felt historic. A legacy of Occupy Wall Street with a more millennial tinge. Activist cyclists circled the perimeter and protesters climbed statues covered in orange gaffer tape reading "no justice, no peace" etc. A drove of Davids to the system's Goliath. The streets, theirs. The monuments, theirs. Everything, it seemed, was for the taking and as such, the square became a microcosm of society writ large with all of its upsets and pleasures, strengths and foibles. There was sweet collective groaning and gyrating as though the beginning of the world, or the end, or both, had finally arrived. But so too was there jeering and dissent, stillness and restoration. The whole gamut of human emotion. And what the media thought was a flare gun in the night became an entity with legs as robust, bold, and unflagging as it was variable and unpredictable. #HarperCollins

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Man sleeping on blanket beside people

Angela Brussel

New York, New York, United States

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Size: 4000 x 3000 px | 13.3 " x 10 " | 300dpi

Scopio ID: 6280836677809

Date Created: June 25th, 2020

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The occupation of City Hall in New York during the mass wave of protests that swept across America last summer in the wake of the wanton slaughtering of George Floyd felt historic. A legacy of Occupy Wall Street with a more millennial tinge. Activist cyclists circled the perimeter and protesters climbed statues covered in orange gaffer tape reading "no justice, no peace" etc. A drove of Davids to the system's Goliath. The streets, theirs. The monuments, theirs. Everything, it seemed, was for the taking and as such, the square became a microcosm of society writ large with all of its upsets and pleasures, strengths and foibles. There was sweet collective groaning and gyrating as though the beginning of the world, or the end, or both, had finally arrived. But so too was there jeering and dissent, stillness and restoration. The whole gamut of human emotion. And what the media thought was a flare gun in the night became an entity with legs as robust, bold, and unflagging as it was variable and unpredictable. #HarperCollins

These thoughts are submitted by the artist and do not represent the opinions of Scopio.
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