Rebellious
I could hear it before I saw it — the ghost of a throttle-open motorcyle, "Born to Be Wild" playing in the back of my mind. This station sits beyond redemption or renovation, its canopies tilting like wings about to lift, every surface claimed by writers who pulled off the highway for reasons they probably couldn't explain.
Bright sun flattened it into wreckage. In the digital darkroom I gave it a stormy sky — clouds massing like a coming rebellion, overwhelming the glow of a setting sun. The mood it deserved.
On the left canopy, you'll find my signature among the thousands already there. Names from everywhere, an instinct that crosses every demographic: I was here. I mattered. I pushed back.
Rebellion is always the first response to an ending that hasn't been agreed to yet. These walls are proof.
I believe in connecting personally with those who appreciate my work. Each print is created through conversation—we'll discuss what drew you to this image, then I'll oversee every detail from paper selection to presentation.