Inspired by looking at old photographs of my late grandparents
I see you on a train track walking fast from your past. Pieces of wood for your steps give you success, but what's next? Who really cares who laughs and casts their stares on you?
In these rectangles, I see dead people by our side. So alive. Lips point so wide. It waters my eyes. We won't see love as powerful as these rectangles show in our lives.