Abe Dubin, a.k.a. Orange Man of Fancy Lad Skateboards, scours the outer reaches and the trenches of Americana — scanning for the transcendent, over fragments of cracked concrete and pre-apocalyptic relics, in a no-man’s-landscape we call modern living.
Excavating ancient ruins of dreams, reeling in the reverberating memories of generations lost, suspended in time and space, someplace between the ever ticking second hand of the clock and the next dot on the map… And the next neglected spot behind a dilapidated video store. Wading in the lobby of limbo, what lies around the next bend? Pockets of joy buried in rubble, mini miracles pop out of the charred pavement like poppies, offering their uniquely fragrant essences to be skated.
Wading in the lobby of limbo, what lies around the next bend?
The vacant parking spaces rich with potential to listen in to the wordless whisper of the humid wind, the repeating click of the cicadas as we metamorphose something inside.