“What is the significance of one life within the surging stream of life? This place evokes a bittersweet nostalgia that lends feeling to the beautiful textures of oxidation and decay. Without human intervention sun, weather, and the invading weeds and suckers from the decapitated stump of a cherry tree will dismantle and obliterate all traces. Do we mourn the inevitable loss of “place” as the inexorable loss of meaning?
These blatant and vivid planes cut into the living vegetation evince the human will to command and order space.”