by Izzy Cohn
My friends probably get very annoyed with me: I will ask them to go out at 11 pm to some run-down chairs off the side of Arapahoe. I will create a safe space for an 11-year-old to dance her heart out. I will get picked up at 11 to go to the Boulders Farmers Market, only then to get distracted and end up blinding beautiful eyes with the bright sun. I will drive to Denver with a friend for her surprise party at the Denver Museum of Contemporary Art, and drive back home at 11. I counted 11 chairs at The Cheese Importers. I asked her how many siblings she had, and she said she had 11. I took a hike with her and my new camera and got 11 cactus spikes in my legs. There is something special about the number 11, something that calls me. In this series, I chose to capture this number as I saw it manifest around me.