Art In The Everyday

Artist: Mike Dewar
On Deviant Art


Number 13 more or less grew out of a scrap heap of photos. While going through pictures to find intriguing things to mix, I kept finding small moments within them that seemed worth saving. When I went back through the pile, I found there was a sort of story already formed - a story about those little lost moments spent waiting for the L to take you home, or work, or into the arms of loved ones.

Red Line: One day I went down to the subway to get on the Red Line. The train came, I got on, and sat down. Lost in thought or a song or looking at something interesting, the train started moving. I felt a breeze and thought, "Wow,someone left the window open in the winter! That's a dick move." It took a second or two to realize that the subway's windows don't go down, and that in fact, the window I was sitting next to was nothing more than a gaping hole devoid of glass. I waited until we stopped then stuck my camera out the window. Click. Some people ride that subway several times a day, but who really knows what it looks like between the train and the walls?