The tracks

the tracks led away from here to somewhere anywhere a woman would be inviting understanding you touching you the way you wanted to be touched. Ida May was that woman for Tyler.  He would come in from the Badlands...broken, tired, crazy...Ida never asked for an explanation....whatever he wanted to get into Ida was game for.  Tyler would hop the freight letting the tracks direct him on his escape.  He could forget his identity in the assumed one he had adopted to ride the train. the train took him into the light.   Into the landscape.

 

On going fantasy....

The idea had been to deconstruct the narrative in any manner possible.  Any material could be used.  In this instance Junky Fredo used branches spitted out from the trees after becoming sick from an awful hurricane...creating the sculptures Fredo to draw the viewers consciousness to the impermenance of existence.  Under the conditions that Zack Smiter had imposed, there was no death, everyone lived in on going fantasy....