October 30, 2011. I love the milky white of subway tiles. They are meant to just be background, to lull us, to not initiate any conflict, any struggle, any awareness. Yet, they do the opposite. On to them is projected a multitude of statements. Maybe it is graffiti, or maybe it is a poster. Just as often there are cracks that bleed through a multitude of glazes, glues and tar. And then there is mold or some fungus. In this case a wonderful green is growing and spreading, a Rorschach of sorts - small, isolated and exquisite.
