No matter whether we want it or not, we are tied to the ground by the Earth gravity.
When walking, I look under my feet not to fall over, but it is not the only reason. Asphalt for me is also a map, and also a painting. The land surface carries not only footprints or tire tracks – it bears the trace of the civilization. The geometry of arrows, drains and cracks forms a perfect pattern which fascinates by its innate nature, asymmetry, irregularity. At some point, the ground we stand on now, will become another archeological layer, which will be hidden deeply in the depth of time. It hasn’t happened yet, and we can admire the graphic art of the surface on which we stand.