From The New York Times, Sunday, Jan 2, 2005

There are a lot of golden ages. The first was in what's considered the
dark ages, the 70's. I was living in SoHo. There was only one
restaurant and one gallery. It was a tremendously exciting time,
dangerous and fun and fantastic. We helped each other all the time on
our projets-- I could ask someone to light a dance performance, or
help paint my celing. That's something I'd never think of doing now. 

In downtown New York, there was still a little bit left of the
commune spirit. I was aware we were making a scene, "we" being Gordon
Matta-Clark, Philip Glass, Trisha Bworn, Richard SErra, Tina Gerard, a
mix of musicians, artists, performers. There was great music and
everone was broke. We all lived in cheap lofts, near each other, and
we were all building stuff. 

Sept. 11 was a brief golden age. There was a real tenderness, a moment
I'll really treasure forever. 

I had to wait a little while for another golden age, which is now. I
live on the western edge of TriBeCa, and the city was going to build
these ramps to the West Side Highway two feet from my studio. A bunch
of us formed a citizens' group, and after three years we won. We said
put the park back, and Canal Park will open in the spring.