Punching bags, boxing gloves, hand grenades, human hearts, just plain balls. As a jaded New Yorker who attracts insanity and grew up in the epicenter of artistic expression, I forgot what it feels like to be taken aback visually. That says A LOT when anything goes on the subway, I mean anything. Gobsmacked by the front and center, in your face details, I was left to ruminate on how many different meanings this shape can take. I stared at it for a long time, deeply enchanted by Ernesto Marenco’s ability to stun me, to do all the things art is suppose to do by making me think and switch perspectives in order to interpret what I’m looking at. He took something so simple and made it sophisticated and new. Brilliant. What do you see? When was the last time something you saw shocked you? Artist: Ernesto Marenco