I've forgotten which subway station it was. Down this long passageway, there were words written on the signs on the ceiling and mosaic all along the walls. It may have been the 42^nd street, Times Square Station, but I’m not sure. I saw it on one of my field trips with the kids I worked with at camp.

I can’t quite note the details clearly, but I remember seeing a bright and cheerful usage of colors. There were many figures of people pictured all doing different things. Some of them looked like they were holding onto the bars and handles on the train. There was a man reading a newspaper and a woman holding her pets. It was pretty ordinary, but the mosaic itself was anything but. It seemed to picture everyday life as an eventful story.

Mosaic in the subway stations stands out and helps to liven the hustle and bustle of the crowds of people. For the long hours spent commuting, this can brighten up anyone’s day. Its colors and designs are a great contrast to the never-ending grey found underground. The massive subway system, with its limitless tunnels, passageways, and stairs is home to art that one doesn’t easily come across by walking the streets above ground. A whole other fast-paced world exists down below.

I’ve passed by many different mosaic pieces in a rush. Next time, I’ll stop and admire them. The artist chose to display his or her art, not in a museum or gallery, but in a place where anyone can pass by. He or she did so anonymously without wanting anything in return. I really admire that kind of selflessness and art. It’s a beautiful gift. 

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