Wrong-Way Sun Ramp

I still see the city from curb height, always catching the scuffed details before the skyline. ‘Wrong-Way Sun Ramp’ is built from every morning I spent tracing the path between construction zones, taco stands, and municipal ‘improvements’ that never quite fit. Making this, I sourced fragments from job sites and bought the steel the same place bus drivers do, because I wanted the metal to feel like it belonged on the street, not just the wall. The hardest part? Letting accidents stay visible. That split transit arrow was a fabrication mistake at first—I could’ve fixed it, but cities are made of corrections, not perfections. The yellow bumps are real: I close my eyes and I’m at the intersection, waiting for the light, listening for a world that tells you which way to go but never why. This work is my argument for optimism: that the textures of public life—awkward, sun-faded, reworked—are enough to build on.