This site bewitched, bothered, and bewildered me for months.
Early morning backlit iron girders, casting welcome rosy glow against December decay.
"Transformation" and " evolution" of my work, this year is rooted in an unyielding Sense of Place and unabashed Love for Home. Rustbelt Proud. The People. The Stories. The History.
Not sentiment nor nostalgia.
It's a deep respect for the gum-dipped carbon black vulcanized steel- belted who built the City and created community.