I like sitting by the car window while travelling on the road. Every sight is like a moving image. There is something about driving a long country highway, where you see the clear skies, vast landscapes, roaming wild animals, urban freeways; as if the earth stops turning the way it is supposed to; that releases me. Anything passes by, stops the inertia for an instant. For a moment, a space, a breath, I am not responsible. This is escapism, just watching by the window and feeling the subtle vibration of the engine rattles through my legs, I’d felt like a child again. Whenever the landmark changes, I see a different scene and it spurs my mood. Sometimes I feel momentarily detached when a scene brings back memories of despair, other times anticipating for the unexpected. Like a wontedly experience of what comes after the next horizon. Keep moving on.
\ Archival Piezographic Print on Fine art paper, Solid wood on white finished frame with clear glass.