The Half Finished Thing Under the El Tracks
© Copyright Alessandra Kelley
This is Franklin Street north of the Chicago river. The street and tracks converge to a branch in the river named Wolf Point.
Early one quiet February morning I was caught in a snow squall there and had an eerie sense of urgent movement towards Wolf Point.
I imagined some Lupercalian ritual, some ancient Roman February celebration of the she-wolf who suckled the founders of the city when young men would race naked around the Roman city walls.
It got weirder from there.
This is, like most of my paintings, egg tempera on panel.