a floating dome, built with the spokes of dead umbrellas and carried over the waves by the invisible power of empty soda bottles.... was due to begin a monthlong exhibit on Friday in a finger of water in Inwood, at the northern end of Manhattan.
“We were floating it on pontoons to Inwood from the South Bronx.”
“We shipwrecked,” she said. “On Rikers Island.”
If this is failure, it is of a type rooted in genius. — New York Times