I was pondering over losses, loneliness in my workplace so decided to look back over old artworks/collections and fount this jcj. A lost set of Janitor pieces which I realized I only came here when I felt lonely or isolated.

This piece is also subtly representing the marketplace, lines of the floor tiles are like marginalizing tickers of trading, you will be torn between light and darkness, you must watch closely and use your instruments well.

This is just part of the hero's journey, you must make a mess and clean up alone. Well you can always see me.. but you can't feel me.

Emotional turmoil is imminent in both light and darkness of the operations... the writings on the floor, write it, feel it, clean it.