The abandoned bicycle has within it a tension borne from its haphazard placement, wedged between a building, a bush, and a retaining wall. It's a possession discarded, and a means of transportation. It's not locked. It's simply dropped and left. That makes this the final destination so there's a weight to how easily this bicycle is discarded. There are no further travels to be considered, this is it. The bike is no longer needed, the voyage is over. Even within that there is a spontaneous potential within the bike. Anyone on foot who happens upon it is immediately granted the gift of covering an exponentially greater amount of distance with little effort. It simultaneously represents escape and contentment. It's a magical tension that is mirrored in the organic and the constructed (the bush and the building). The whole image speaks of balance and potential, the idea of "balance" in tension with an idea of "potential" which, by definition, is about upsetting "balance."
It's a bike in a bush, but it's a place to be, a place to escape from, a critical mass of energy, a home, an escape from somewhere else, a spontaneous moment, an idea of freedom, a metaphor for the Buddhist doctrine of having no possessions. And more. And more again.
Or it's a picture of a bike stuck in a bush next to a wall.
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