An old bottle can contain mysteries, unknown substances. They have always intrigued me as a link to the past, as vessels of forgotten necessities. They are kindred to landscapes containing ruins; the possibilities of the past motivate my mind.

I like to think about in-between-time. When an object or place has lost its value as a practical thing, and lays dormant waiting for its new function to be fully realized as a bookmark to the past. I want to engage with these spaces and highlight them with my own language of growth and ruin. I want to mimic the cycle that humans perpetuate on earth in an accelerated window.