A subway car cuts through an unseen world, its metal body wrapped in graffiti, layered like voices trying to be heard. At its center, a word demands your attention—LOVE—bold, loud, and unmistakable. It shouts from the surface with the urgency of something essential. But as the train recedes in perspective, the message begins to fade. “Each Other” slips away, swallowed by distance and motion. What begins as a declaration ends as an echo.

Above it all, scrawled in softer script, the words “See Me” hover like a whisper over the roar. It’s easy to miss, but once found, it won’t let go. It hangs there—personal, aching—above the certainty of LOVE, as if begging for that love to reach further, to mean more.

This piece isn’t just about affection or unity. It’s about visibility—what we show, what we hide, what we hope someone else will finish for us. The viewer is pulled into that incomplete phrase: Love Each… what? Other? Day? Mistake?

The train keeps moving, but the message lingers. This is not passive art. It calls out to the part of us that wants to be seen, and reminds us that even the loudest love can go unfinished if we don’t slow down to witness it.

Size: 35 x 50 Inches
Material: Acrylic on Canvas

A subway car cuts through an unseen world, its metal body wrapped in graffiti, layered like voices trying to be heard. At its center, a word demands your attention—LOVE—bold, loud, and unmistakable. It shouts from the surface with the urgency of something essential. But as the train recedes in perspective, the message begins to fade. “Each Other” slips away, swallowed by distance and motion. What begins as a declaration ends as an echo.

Above it all, scrawled in softer script, the words “See Me” hover like a whisper over the roar. It’s easy to miss, but once found, it won’t let go. It hangs there—personal, aching—above the certainty of LOVE, as if begging for that love to reach further, to mean more.

This piece isn’t just about affection or unity. It’s about visibility—what we show, what we hide, what we hope someone else will finish for us. The viewer is pulled into that incomplete phrase: Love Each… what? Other? Day? Mistake?

The train keeps moving, but the message lingers. This is not passive art. It calls out to the part of us that wants to be seen, and reminds us that even the loudest love can go unfinished if we don’t slow down to witness it.

Size: 35 x 50 Inches
Material: Acrylic on Canvas