Life Spans 02
A building rises slowly through rain and scaffolding, all exposed ambition and unfinished promise.
Or a motorcycle stands at curbside beside a wall of autumn leaves, caught in that yearly burst of color already on its way to collapse.
And elsewhere, on the back face of a larger structure, a mural stages its own bright myth of combat, machinery, and flight - an extravagant image laid over surfaces that will one day also weather, peel, and be replaced (or not).
These three images sit on different points of the same uneven scale: construction, season, display. Each marks a different kind of duration: the not-yet-complete, the briefly radiant, the deliberately memorable.
The neighborhood keeps them side by side without explanation: unfinished concrete, seasonal flare, and public fantasy, each pretending to a different kind of permanence.
