I kind of hate this drawing. It’s a sort of manufactured memory, with a lot of snippets of reality sewn together into a really staged moment – I’m trying not to do this anymore, not to manufacture coherence but instead preserve the awkward incompleteness of real moments. What I should have drawn instead was myself being hypnotically drawn to playing with the “hue” control on Ben’s TV to make Micheal Jackson’s red jacket pink, yellow, blue, green, orange, and purple. That is a moment that I vividly and truly remember. If I close my eyes I can still see him dancing in that color-changing jacket – in the technological innocence of 1994, it was an incomprehensible and mesmerizing magic.