By Terri Ciccone

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When I first met Brad Henderson, he was poking at a piece from Don’t Try to Play me like an Indoor Sport at Bushwick gallery Factory Fresh. My heart started pounding. What is this guy doing? He poked and poked away, his eyes an inch from the work, jabbing and sliding and jabbing and sliding with his index ginger. Finally and awkwardly I approached him and kind of just blurted out “What are you doing?!” It turned out, as he later put it, he was “playing a painting.”