Something about this piece really interested me, and it might’ve been the fact it was so detailed with the motion and shadings that I really didn’t think it was an oil painting. I had thought it was truly a photo captured in the moment, the talent to make this is amazing to me. But I do adore the motion of the way it was made, as if going quickly past something in a moving train or so. As much as I do love colored paintings and photos, there’s something about black and white that interesting, giving off an old feeling, or imagining how it’d look if it truly was in color.