The Exodus is a work in progress. A love poem. Filmed on the A train in NYC, I was struck by the sound of the train, the tunnel lights and three empty seats in front of me. I couldn’t help but envision a moving Mark Rothko painting. The now empty seats, vibrating with memories, colored by life. Frida Kahlo once wrote “I hope the exit is joyful - and I hope never to return”. Do we, as artists, have to live and experience constant pain and struggle to create art in this great city that requires so much of us? When do we walk away? If ever? Is it better to save ourselves, or sacrifice ourselves for the sake of creating art? There is nothing like NY, and I am beyond grateful that I was able to breathe her in. But the world is, after all, a bigger apple. We all have our time, then we move on and leave a bit of us, there, on a seat on the A train.