Since 1997, Otis Houston Jr. (1954, Greenville, South Carolina, USA) has made the ritual pilgrimage from his harlem apartment to his studio and gallery: a patch of highway under the triborough bridge. Here, before an audience of motorists on the fdr drive, he performs alongside assemblages of objects collected from the street and paintings rendered on cardboard and towels. Can’t go unless we all go, Houston Jr.’s debut monograph, assembles three decades of the artist’s radical sculpture and liberatory poetics, with an essay on the black outdoors by critic Zoë Hopkins.