When we walk around, we look straight ahead. We watch where we go and pass by people within millimeters. Never knowing who they are or what they are capable of.
I on the other hand are forever stopping and looking up or down. There are so many beautiful and strange things we miss and dismiss because time has become more of a factor than just enjoying.
What was the tortured soul thinking when this art was made. Is it something in relation to the social injustice? Is it a thought of people always stepping on those under their feet?
It has been at Flinders Street Station for quite a while now, and I still have no idea who did the piece, but I do love it.
Shot on a Nikon F4S using 35mm Kodak T-Max 400 film.