Spotted these men while sneaking my camera into the doorway of their yard. I guess they didn't mind me.
I remember standing in the archway for 10+ minutes waiting for this boy to accidentally appear right in the middle and hit the ball.
This was about the composition, the man, and an unusual bus passing through the bridge. It was 8 am and very cold.
When I came across this junkyard it flipped some of my ideas about humanity and its waste and how waste can reflect the face of humanity.
I love playing with symbols in my paintings and it's always intertwined with the ways I see this world.