
About the work
The rebar is not a wound, but a memory. The unicyclist is already past it, his forward momentum outrunning even the idea of decay. This is not a choice of where to look, but a forced perspective of time itself.

About the work
The rebar is not a wound, but a memory. The unicyclist is already past it, his forward momentum outrunning even the idea of decay. This is not a choice of where to look, but a forced perspective of time itself.