After leaving a strange gypsy caravan party in Brooklyn last summer, I was riding the F train home through the 14th st. station when I looked out of the window of the train and saw what looked like a large scale abstract painting on the wall.  I ran from my seat as the doors were closing and walked to the end of the platform to photograph it.  This image, Silo, was hanging there, completely shredded, yet perfectly intact, it’s sunset colors and perfect underlying grid silently proclaiming the beauty of random nature, even in the sublimated level of urban space.