Biker Print

As buildings within a decaying environment just slowly take the same direction, a kind of 'fall' style bloom cover their skin, just like a rash eating up it's own substrate into oblivion. Now, all of this 'rash' is demolished, razed with the hole filled up, leaving a wild flowering kind of 'deflowered' spot of land begging to be 'repossessed' socially speaking. But the original content is still with us, right here, embedded into its own specific language, just available for a reading by those fluent enough to be curious about it. Art is not style or brand, that is for consumables by the 'socials', it is just a scent...of a message of survival, a key opening ways of being almost never felt...unless when its life perfume scented by.