The house of this evening, all mine

Somewhere between living organisms and ruins of a built society, these hybrid structures set themselves in the realm of physical things, remembrance, as well as ethereal simulation of electronic flows.

In this series a ramshackle tenement occupies a treetop, with dark clouds overhead.

These watchtower/trees offer a thrill of disorientation. Home, the emblem of hearth, is burning, crumbling, clearing out leaving us with the remnants of a mostly unattainable safety.