Life shows itself through the nuances of beauty, the weathered worn and aged: time and the perfectly imperfect. This is where the expressions of life and time are fully documented. Where existence is written under the shadows of everyday life. It is these markings of time, these yellowed leaves and warped surfaces that speak as poetry: muddled voices that tell our stories.
To trace the break that intersects rings of wood is to witness the archeology of time, visually reading the years passing and the stories unfolding. Life moves quickly if we let it, but held tightly in the realm of subtle beauty and halted in the amber of physical memory.