The arch hangs delicately in balance.

Climb the trusses to the metal heart of the beast, pulsating with sunlight and air.

Take flight in the shapes holding this construct together. Trace its beams to origin. This series is a close study of the Queensboro bridge and the vertigo it inspired/demanded.

The rancor continues, but the path will soon leave the green, gray and brown and head towards a sunny and jubilant yellow.

The metallic shapes echo with a staccato of repetition.