
About the work
The bike, too heavy for this. The sky, a perfect postcard. A single wheel, stuck just there. The weight of all that light on the mud. A slow morning, not quite chosen. This much world, a sudden incline.

About the work
The bike, too heavy for this. The sky, a perfect postcard. A single wheel, stuck just there. The weight of all that light on the mud. A slow morning, not quite chosen. This much world, a sudden incline.