The world in which we live

Vast and tranquil sea of asphalt strewn with large, polluting metal machines where strangers walk by, but pretend not to notice each other. A shadowless paradise where no obstacle deviates the course of the prevailing winds, where no bird or insect can perch to rest or find refuge. In the distance, one can hear the drone of motors passing in opposite directions on the highway. Solitude brings forth meditation and melancholy, between a pavement that is sometimes encrusted with frozen salt crystal, sometimes burning, and an atmosphere laden with combustion gases.

I cannot in good conscience sell you such a hideous sight. But some individuals lack my scruples, and have no second thought building similar ones everywhere.

Watercolor and acrylic on paper