My journey into the unknown continues, marking out the waypoints and boundaries in this transformative liminal space of grief. It has led me to an abandoned greenhouse, in the grounds of a forgotten house.
It is a space in which inhabits the culmination of my research so far. Life being one plane of focus in the abstraction of the infinite.
Like vitricolous lichens pioneering colonies on the surface of glass.
It is a permeable ecosystem, a ruin of care where light can enter from every angle. It is a place where absence lives.