around my third year in new york i started thinking about my wounds and scars, the physical and the emotional ones. i thought of the subway as the guts of the city and how anything visual that you placed in a station would be seen by a vast quantity of people. this drawing was an idea i had about subverting the subway exit signs using the letters and colors of the subway trains/lines to spell words like 'scar'. after a while i dropped the project as it was almost impossible to make it happen but i found this drawing yesterday and thought how i would love to do this right before leaving.

looking at the photograph i realize what a bad circle maker i am, but it would not be my work if it was perfectly made...