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.

A blunt version of the upward climb. Texture of crumbling brick mixed with nails, wood, wire and possibility.

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

Barbs and edges prevent us from reaching the radiant blue, a blue which is no less artificial than the obstacles we invent.