We are burdened by anonymous objects disconnected from any sense of place, history, and identity. And we are surrounded by earth. What happens when ordinary mud is transformed into a unique piece and evolves into a color never before seen?
We are burdened by anonymous objects disconnected from any sense of place, history, and identity. And we are surrounded by earth. What happens when ordinary mud is transformed into a unique piece and evolves into a color never before seen?
