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April, 2014. -- I posted an alternate of this originally: Something that expressed more of the river.

My style pushes me to dominate with nature, but New York brings it's own elements, it's own natural order. Removing all color, we notice the architecture. The manmade seams are the bark of these buildings, as the bricks are the banks of the river. The river wears at the shores, which must be maintained, just as the New York's residents must maintain the wear from the flow of the crowds.

When we are most alone, I think we turn to the grand; In this case, the river. This part of Manhattan could perhaps be described most as the frontier, where the river bends, and the East River is at it's widest. It doesn't quite feel like any other bank of New York. These massive buildings stand apart from everywhere else, walled on one side by the highway, and the river on the other.

This solitary place is much as the old frontier must have been. As people pushed into the unknown, their only drive was a chance for a few acres, and a new life.

Completely unlike New York.

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