9th Avenue by Nat Cors

9th Avenue New york hides the emptiness of an avenue placed on the west, but not on the river, on the west, where the sun is bright and shines as the avenue opens; where hell was placed and where our adventure takes place. As we walk into the only airy corner where cars have the pleasure to run and get lost, we discover a spot, second, third, fourth. no, fourth was our destination. All black determined the elegance needed to portrait the stiffness and stress created on our atmosphere. Movement frizzed through our eyes, movement caused by the sun shining on our blind eyes. We experimented and we found, we created then we, as the cars, ran to destination fifth or sixth, seventh, no!…. Eighth. White that blends through the space, attraction… relaxation; ability to be free into the uniqueness of an impulsive expression. Velocity into the now sweaty sun that starts to hide. Look up and down, look there, and here, we found it, there it is, the avenue of freedom and enlightenment, wilderness through simplicity; the Ninth Avenue. Ninth to define flowers and the progression of madness, the rigidness of precocious depuration into the shades of a black, plastic formation of a shapy eye. Intensity through elementary flowery print that decides the mood of the Av. Emptiness and freedom contained in the stressy wild sun that evolves through a day of flowery spring. Ninth Av for spring.