For ten days, artist Jemila MacEwan sat meditating for hours beneath the sun with a single seed, transforming heartbreak into a search for human connection.
I had just entered Washington Square Park when I saw someone sitting on a square of gray fabric in the middle of the park, pinned to the ground with thirteen rocks. That person was Jemila MacEwan, an artist who uses they/them pronouns, shining like a piece of summer sun dropped onto the earth.
Dressed...