All history disintegrates into the earth; the memes and shared experience of civilization disintegrate into physical remnants, all memory evaporates in time. The plastics of vinyl records, cassette tapes, compact disks and hard-drives are discarded. The juxtaposition of mass-consumed entertainment with soil and terrain questions the notion of transcendence; at what point does an artistic work escape its material existence, and how does its memory outlast a physical casing.
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as always mate I love your photos... actually think your a bit of a genius really!!
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