Gray Crowding

From the vantage point of a human eye high above, surveying the city, I try to get as close to the image as possible to see more details of the city; but all that remains of the photo is merely a colorful silhouette of it. The few recognizable urban elements at the bottom of the frame have been washed away by rhythmic hand strikes into the gray and blue abstraction above. The observer, staring at the view before them, has rendered an after-image of what was seen. The trembling streaks throughout the image create a sense of instability and transience within the composition and serve as a metaphor for the city’s constantly changing face. The blurred lines and uneven rhythm of colors take us on a journey between past and present; between what was and what is fading away.

Against the direction of a soot curtain in the sky that colors the city in its hue, the flag seems like a silent scream amidst the gray crowd of life; a sign of identity that continues to live on amid the struggle of forgetting. Looking at this fragmented image, which evokes a feeling of decay, I ask myself: Where am I? Can a new meaning be found within this constant flow of collapse and reconstruction?