Our Lines of Vision

All around us, there are worlds we don't see. Sometimes, riding the train, we see things we can't see from the ground, from our cars. The line of sculptures on a gentle bank of a hill. We could see them from a parking lot, but it's only sitting on the train, pulling into the station, that we understand that they were placed there for the riders of the Light Rail. Or the graffiti we could never see while driving. That's meant for us, secret art that explodes into our lines of vision only when we're on the train. Look: we are all of us sending messages, communicating our loneliness and anger and love. When we ride, we ride together. All we have to do is look.


Image: View of buildings and graffiti along the light rail route in St. Louis courtesy of H.R. for Along the Light Rail.