Aluminum, Japanese paper

The mushroom-grower’s hut was born within the flow of the economy, and its role ended with the end of that economy, leaving it to crumble. For a moment in the span of time before it disappears, my use of it in a work of art added to the history of the hut. This was meaningful for me. A seashell is a nest that once had life within it, growing over a long period, and while it went on living, it kept changing as proof of that life. Maybe my work is another husk of life.