Old industrial places interest me. I have often thought that such locations must have a lot of ghosts--not just in terms of those who might have worked there, but also in terms of the spirit(s) of the place. We know that houses can remember and have personalities, but what about factories? Do they lie dreaming of the great work they once did? That's what I imagined for a line of smokestacks. The gas-lit smoke that flows from their mouths is now imaginary and even beautiful. The red lights warning away planes are like buttons on a vest. 

This archival print is a longie at 18 x 36"/46x91cm on watercolor paper and is ready to frame.