Over Your Cities Grass Will Grow

This piece evokes the melancholic beauty of dissolution. A collapsing architectural form—its bamboo slats slumped and peeling—suggests a structure no longer able to hold itself together. One flank appears to unravel into wave-like motions, as if drawn back into the sea, that ancient symbol of the unconscious.

At its heart coils a single helix—an unfinished DNA strand—hinting at a structure not fully born, or perhaps one being unmade. The work hovers between ruination and reabsorption, exposing its inner scaffolding like a body laid bare, inviting reflection on memory, breakdown, and the deep cycles of decay and transformation.