Reflections bounce off its metal skin, playing with our imagination.

A narrow, skeletal machine with a beige plastic skin over its lifeless wings.

Braque’s amber brushstrokes capture within a deep fantastical structure. Merely cosmic.

The metal bars are covered in rust as they creak in position. Light crisply penetrates this subterranean structure.

A heavy load to lift.

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

To tell you the truth, we are just getting started. These interlocking details of metal will part to reveal a sky so clear it leads endlessly out.