As you head North towards the Superstitions, your trailer in tow. You notice you've lost cell phone service. If there wasn't slow traffic in front, you'd think you were alone. Car trouble would leave you at the mercy of luck, God, or the devil.

They say that so many people have died in these mountains, lost in search of the gold the lost Dutchman mine, that sunlight has melted their bodies to the bones. The melt of flesh leaves the air blue with regret.

Chromatic Aberration outlines the mountain as if in mirage. Squinting, you push your shapes closer to your eyes. Your knuckles grow white on the wheel as the traffic lumbers. You blow a breath through your lips. Only going 40 on the highway will add time, but just keep moving and the ghosts can't reach out to grab you.

20x24 ink fusion aluminum

A Hanger box is attached to allow for easy wall display.

Jim is a listed member of the Oklahoma Visual Arts Coalition (OVAC)

To see Jim Rode’s Artist Statement and Bio at OVAC, go to https://www.ovac-ok.org/art/Jim-Rode