
About the work
The fabric is so thin when it’s empty. Just a collapsed skin, caught on the rock, in a place it was never meant to land. The scale of the mountains, unchanging, will absorb this small interruption by morning.

About the work
The fabric is so thin when it’s empty. Just a collapsed skin, caught on the rock, in a place it was never meant to land. The scale of the mountains, unchanging, will absorb this small interruption by morning.