Woods, souvenirs, tools, passions, fears,
parts of much-loved objects, screws for some use,
old watches, family photographs, stones, seeds, dilapidated mechanisms.
Things that I am collecting with a glance.
Elements that together open the door to other worlds.
Surprising living matters.
Diffuse materialities.

The visual that becomes tactile, vice versa.
Some pipes my father smoked in.
The bacteria and fungi that I have produced and cared for according to old recipes.
Somewhere in my heart those two things have come together.
The old and the new together, united through the senses.