Fairly straightforward point. Vectors, blocks and axes.

A palette cleanser. Calm, minimalist lines dance on a subdued background.

The barbs curl and strike, weighing down the lower right of the composition. A structure of white steps pulls you to the top.

As I stared into the open air, gnarled metal caught me in its grip and trapped me in its contrast. Reckless.

In a stark display of recklessness, I looked up at the sky and saw a prison of form.

To get lost amidst all these barbs and contradictions is a true privilege.

Metal threads cut into the sky, holding it together. Propping it in place.