With its deafening dazzle and blinding hubbub. Always too much going on.
I used to want to escape it. Find a quiet tree house somewhere.. Now I embrace it.
I didn’t know if I wanted this piece to hang like this:
Because I like to tease the city as much as I like
to love it. If the towers were pointed the right
way, it’d just be way too friendly. I thought
hanging it upside down might be a little
too unfriendly. So this way seemed about right.
But the thing that I love about big cities is that
they bleed. Sure, they’re bright, they’re
But they’re hard. Grimy. Difficult.
They’re too much.
So upside down is what worked. Somehow, it was familiar. Seeing the towers
bleed upside down reflected what big cities are composed of. People. Pain. Pandemonium.
It’s glamour until you look too closely.