I created this image of a sun-kissed, crushed and rusting boiler as a metaphor symbolizing the end of the age of steam power. It is a virtual map of textures. The boiler itself is a smooth and silky golden color, except for streaks of rust and a long row of round industrial rivets. The deep red hollow indentation is abstracted – its texture can only be imagined, not seen. The light red crushed ridge of metal is a texture in itself – we can almost feel the damage with our fingers. The shadowed area on the far left of the picture is seriously rusted, offering a coarse and unforgiving texture. The boiler no longer works. It is in a junkyard, and has become essentially irrelevant. No matter how sensuous its texture and color maybe, it, like the age of steam it represents, is gone forever.