You know, once, while checking a train, I found a key.
A huge key, it seemed like a joke… like a castle key. I took it with me.
Years later, a friend who works as a train driver saw it in his studio and said to me,
“What are you doing with this key?”
It turns out that the day after I found it, nobody could start that train.
Over time, I've heard similar stories: kids sneaking into the train yards and running trains on their own.Luckily, without causing any accidents.
Sometimes I think about the security guards, walking among shadows, not knowing if there are eyes watching them from the darkness.How unsettling.
The same thing happens to the train: it no longer feels only the gaze of writers… but also that of other predators on the loose, waiting for their moment to strike.
The train has nothing to protect itself from, only to take refuge on its own tracks.
Would you like to add this to you collection? Please write us.
Mixed media on wood. 109x45cm.
