"The Performance of Self in Everyday Life: Photographs by Dona Ann McAdams," installation view at the New York Public Library for the Performing Arts at Lincoln Center
In 1984 I ended up living in New York. I didn’t have a plan. I was an artist and I had a show at P.S. 1, and when the show moved on, I stayed. I didn’t have anywhere to live, and this photographer I knew had a basement darkroom in the East Village, so I crashed there for a couple months until I found a place in Brooklyn.
