My city train window presents me with natural and ephemeral composites of light, architecture and particular urban textures. These stunning collisions mesmerise me, strike me as abstract industrial art I am compelled to make tangible.
The sky's blues, oranges and pinks mesh with overhead power lines and surge into concrete and glass, birthing new shapes, patterns and textures that surprise and please.
I am also reminded of Einstein's theory on the relative nature of space and time, where a train window view is a common reference point in explanations on the subject.
Would each frame repeat in detail if I observed the urban landscape from the same window each time? No, because what is concrete might be fixed but not the drama of the sky nor my angle of observation. I freeze the frames, here and there reimagine their colours. Welcome to my abstract city.