Sleepers on the train. In sleep notions of past, present and future are lost. A body seems asleep almost lifeless; maybe in a short sleep the rider reaches immortality albeit for a short while.
Those sleepers are tired….. willingly or unwillingly they LET GO. They disconnect from reality around them. Sleeping we become vulnerable as we put our defenses down.
We are constantly in motion; motion is life while stillness is death; the train is the ride.
The subway stops at determined stops …. some people get off and some others stay on the train.
Oil on canvas 15" X 18"