"We cover the universe with drawings we have lived." -Bachelard
The past and present reverberate before my eyes, flickering in and out of focus ignited, and extinguished in a single moment?it lives in perception?the ability to be seen, to appear natural and seamless, traces of creation lost in time, locked in the past. Able to reveal and conceal, playing on the anonymity of the city and the ingenuity of those inhabiting it.
It is an evolution we can map, distort, and abstract.