Lost and Found

​A month ago I found a large canvas sitting on a street corner.  It was covered in black paint so thick I hesitated, wondering how much the texture would limit what I could do with it.  In the end I paid homage to my neighborhood, a vibrant kaleidoscope of cultures that to me seems full of possibility.  In the center, the affectionately called “warm brothers”, the chimneys of the local power station that every night, like a castle in a psychedelic fairy tale,  glow purple and red until the clock strikes midnight.