Rusty Overpass Art

Because what else could I do on a lonely afternoon than let a rusted overpass narrate its own demise? The metal sighed with an elegant hiss and I nodded, because why bother polishing when the decay can shout louder than any polish? Of course, people think history should be sanitized; I politely show them that rust still has something to say. If you need a reminder that stubbornness keeps things interesting, just look at my latest absurd sculpture, a broken clock, welded into an impossible spiral, proof that even in solitude there's room for rebellion #rustlover #metalantics 🔩