By Jason Geary
It’s an art what I do. Some would argue that it’s about power and speed, arithmetic and tangents, fear and commitment. That maybe true but the art lies in the moment I hit that ramp and fly. Do I keep my hands in the handlebars? Do I howl to the sky? Do I choose to glance a Margret Hughes standing on the curb watching all dow eyed?
I’ll see how I feel.
You see, in the moment, there’s so much to consider, such a vast palette to paint from, so many ways to colour this. Jumping my BMX in my street every Saturday morning is high art and at its highest point, I am a master.