Taxi Landscapes, New York City, 2018

From behind the wheel of a Taxi. I pass through the streets. Where I am is arbitrary, my destination is not my determination. I am in a constant state of flux. I am looking for the ghost of Atget, through the distortion of the windshield, I see Kandinsky’s lost perfect paintings. The rising sun hits my face, I take a picture. Feeling the heat on my skin, the blinding of my eyes, I behold the sustainer, redeemer and transformer, I follow from the east to west. Ending the day as the sun descends into the harbor. I go back to the garage and wait for its return.