It Was a Sign #5 (print)

I set out to craft a piece that captured the tension between permanence and transformation—a raw, visceral meditation on how we interpret the fragments of our surroundings. This time, another weathered construction sign, its surface scarred by years of exposure, its message eroded to the point of ambiguity. It felt like a perfect metaphor for the way we navigate a world constantly in flux, searching for direction in signs that no longer point anywhere definitive.

Cutting into the sign was like peeling back layers of its history, each jagged edge and worn letter taking on a voice of its own. As I pieced it back together, the fragments refused to simply reassemble; instead, they demanded to be something entirely new—a chaotic map of meanings both lost and rediscovered. The interplay of vibrant orange, bold black, and raw, reflective material echoes the energy of urban spaces in transition, places where stories collide and reform.

This Piece challenges the idea of a sign as a giver of clear direction. Instead, it becomes an artifact of ambiguity, a puzzle that invites the viewer to create their own narrative. It’s not just a sculpture; it’s a conversation with the detritus of modern life, a reminder that clarity is often found in the act of reconstructing what’s been broken.