It is freezing outside. It is quiet. Everyone is walking, racing to be on their way. The presence of people in this area, though being a communal space, presents them all together yet all still living in a world of their own. Union Square Park is a space where people isolate within the colossal noise of the city to get a hint of peace. Among the peace, a cold breeze blows through the air which results in chaotic behavior and quivering sensations trough those who make the space.
While in a hectic city a staple piece of artwork is projected in the corner view of a building. The atmosphere surrounding is impartial to the work of art. From my perspective, in a state of hold, one can appreciate greatly the beauty of a piece among dullness.
