TAYLOR FOUNDRY
No Recycling Anymore
Baby blue.
Pastel, soft — lying there almost like an ice princess.
The lines are calm, the surfaces in order, the light almost innocent.
And it is exactly this softness that makes the stillness unbearable.
A name like steel.
A place built from function.
Melted.
Cast.
Used again.
Recycling since 1925.
Today, nothing works anymore.
The halls stand still.
The machines are silent.
Sheet metal. Concrete. Screws. Dust.
No romance.
No myth.
A utility building that has lost its purpose.
The flag in the wind is the only thing still moving.
Production without a future.
Zombie Town.
A shell —
long after life has left it.
Composed for this format in Chalk Ash.
EDITION 10 + 2 AP AVAILABLE
Signed and individually numbered. Each available format forms a separate edition. Once the stated edition is complete, that format is closed. Artist Proofs are recorded separately and are not part of the numbered edition.