Anyway, I was fascinated by the patina of rust and ageing on an old metal cabinet in the back yard. So I spent a few minutes working it. I got two compositions I liked enough to take a shot.
Something about the color and hue just does something for me.
Something about the dual nature of the two handles speaks to me, perhaps it is the ability of some to withstand corrosive environments, while others succumb. Or just being the last man standing.
Again I see a losing battle with the elements, with a few last spots going screaming and kicking into the abyss. What is the value of fighting even when there is no hope?