Finding possibilities in signs and windmills, we see potential solutions to time and life – spinning answers that become undecipherable when we stare too closely.
Framed with antique colours cracked by a multitude of minutes, stained by stampeding seconds that crinkle up the hours spent in composing a lifetime of experiences – we continue to experience events, sorting them into meaning, hoping for a satisfying conclusion to the chapter.
twirling lines, kinetic life
cuts through confusion.
Can we pull back the corners to reveal new pages taking shape, or will the cacophony of events stretch out past the bindings ?