REMNANTS

I have been sitting on this project for some time now, and it was hard to bring it to some form of decisive conclusion. I think it ended up becoming a distraction, so here we are. Project

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. This became a project over time once I started noticing weathered tree trunks in the woods. A fallen tree generates mixed feelings in my heart, as anything which no longer exists in it's prime. It's a wrinkle, it's scar, it's a dent and it's one more form of change an ecosystem goes through.

Something that once was but it no longer is. Once it was a tree and now it's a guitar and as the quote goes: In life, I am silent. In death, now I sing.

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