Moos Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > *wells up* > > That really is beautiful, *Bob*. I don't know > what to say. As a metaphor for our times... this > cynical critic who thought she'd seen it all is > quite overcome. The dying greenery struggling to > breathe above the concrete. The way the shoes > seem to be huddling together, lost, abandoned. > Their soft roundness in stark contrast to the > sharp lines of pavement and ramp. The artist has > wisely chosen not to include the almost-clich?d > dog turd as a focal point, but its absence hovers > in the atmosphere. The suggestion that - maybe - > the ramp leads to something - what? We are left > wondering. Is there hope? Why are the shoes > pointing away from the ramp? So much to say in > such a simple image. A sublime description if I may say, Moos. Although you didn't mention what could be the most poignant metaphor of all: the two vacant footprints set in the concrete ramp... does this mean the shoes were displaced from their original position? if so, why? How? Was it through choice??