This is a large steel sculpture that acts as a station on someone’s path. It is rusted and decayed, though I imagine it as if it was once an important place along a journey—with signage that once identified the place and a slender form pointing in either direction.
When I see the rust and think of a way-point, I think about choice and the inevitability of moving forward, even when the past lingers. It reminds me of how we leave pieces of ourselves at every stop and how those fragments shape the paths of those who come after us.
