Our lives seem heavily impacted by lines. Getting on them to take our place on the treadmill of life, standing in them at the supermarket or ATM, scrutinizing them on our own faces as we get older, etc.
What effort do the shadow makers go through to produce their work? Is it easy for them? Do they grow weary? It must be a lonely existence since they receive such little encouragement. I’m glad they’re around.
Music: Todd Rundgren- Parallel Lines
Update: Comment from R/K
I’ve been looking at this for a couple of days now and every time I see more that I like.
The thing I like most is that this reminds me of little sand dunes or tide ripples, indicative of movement yet still.
Something else I see here in the shadow are the ghosts of footprints of hundreds of people coming and going.
