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This installation was made of soil formations, some of which held the ash of burned leaves. These were covered with glass as if to preserve the ash.

Collected objects were combined with poetry and fixed to circular glass surfaces with papier mache. These circular pieces of glass were propped on iron stands, to appear as though they have been lifted off the ground. The stands were placed around the room, and the trails of grass and soil on the floor guided the viewers’ movement in the room.

Central Text: Rigor mortis had set in. I wanted to see the white patch on her chest, but I could not move her leg. I lifted her lip, to see her teeth. She was missing her right canine. It must have fallen a couple of days ago, I hadn’t noticed. Her third or fourth big tooth was on it’s way; it was supposed to grow.

 

It would have grown. But now, it never will.

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