
About the work
The dust on the plastic. The bright primary colors, almost too much. The faint memory of a meat-like smell. A tumbling that could be anything, anywhere. This distance, not a horizon. The bones a punctuation, not a story.

About the work
The dust on the plastic. The bright primary colors, almost too much. The faint memory of a meat-like smell. A tumbling that could be anything, anywhere. This distance, not a horizon. The bones a punctuation, not a story.