The last stop / 2015

Medium : stainless steel, light, fog machine, cotton

Size : 84 x 48 x 48 (inch)

I look up to the sky every night searching for the existence of loneliness inside. One night, I took this thought to the mountain with me. The sky was the deepest shade of black but for one cloud passing through the wind. My tears came to paint my cheeks because suddenly I could feel the loneliness that the cloud must feel passing through this pitch black by itself. Suddenly I was the cloud and there was only the wind to hold me, carrying me forward. Moving the way a train does as it barrels towards the last stop where each lonely soul will be deposited back into the dark, back where there's nothing left to hold them but the wind.