Construction grey and rubble blue
Fluoro fashion, steel cap boots
Not a namesake, urban glare
Grinding metal jack-hammer blare
Plank and rail winding on
Milestones leading to no end
Nestled in a corner cave
Industrial music blend
Like a gold tooth in a cavity smile
Where tools, utensils, blades and brushes
Create a different landscape
If only imagined, constructed
Paint explodes outside its doors
Spraying over asphalt floors
Footprints of an architect
To renovate our minds
Pop up places, lounge lattes
Created art resides in spaces
Amid the mesh and metal maze
True sunshine on their faces
“But we do try to turn our backs on the fog and squarely face the sunshine.’ – Vladimir Nabokov
Links:
Sunshine Art Spaces Victoria, Australia
Photographic project, Sunshine Victoria – Brad Axiak