Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Size: 12″ x 12″
I’ve walked over and beneath this line many a time. I’ve jumped from the tracks to flee the train. I’ve marveled at the burnt beams and wondered that entire trains could be held up by charcoal and memory. Apparently others wondered too, and decided on that eternal upgrade- smooth concrete. Impervious to the hobo’s fire. It’s not the same, but nothing is ever the same. The quiet train, now electric glides overhead. You don’t even hear it coming, you only feel the ground shake and then it’s upon you. Be careful out there. Write your name on the asphault with surf wax. Write your name on the concrete with paint. Try not get your name engraved in the concrete over your head before your proper time.