The artist reminds us that maps advance the fiction that we could treat the earth as an object to be measured, cut up, and extracted from without consequences.
When I first hit Boston in 1983, Boston hit back. Cold, unsmiling and rough-edged, Beantown was, in the time-honored local vernacular, “wicked hard core.” Forty years later, Massachusetts’ historic capital is ushering in an inclusive, welcoming new age focused on dispelling old notions and creating a compelling new narrative for the city.