Acrylic and ink on wood panel ~10 x 24″

He’d long since realized the bike didn’t really work for riding – at least not in the traditional sense. This was just fine by him. As he glided above the mountain tops he smiled at the sky above, then peered to the green valley below. Plots of rectangles and and dots of color acted as a landing strip. His wheel touched down and he glided in smoothly. This, he thought, is the way to ride.