Image: Isaac Cordal
“These pieces reflect our own decline.” – Isaac Cordal
You’re walking along in a hurry to get to work. Around you are the same gray, noisy, impersonal parts of the city you pass every day. Then something catches your eye. At first, you dismiss it as a piece of litter, or maybe a toy some kid has dropped. But something about it makes you take a second look.
Suddenly you realize that you’re staring at a tiny little man who is up to his waist in water. It’s a sad figure wearing a forlorn expression, but still you smile, because your morning has just become a little bit more interesting.