
About the work
The dry cracked earth. A thirst that isn't thirst at all. The pigeon picking its way through something. That street hum, a distant roar. The illusion of quiet. Not quite a memory. Just a picture that remembers.

About the work
The dry cracked earth. A thirst that isn't thirst at all. The pigeon picking its way through something. That street hum, a distant roar. The illusion of quiet. Not quite a memory. Just a picture that remembers.