Shifting Foundations

A chipped plastic brick, pale blue and oddly warm in the hand, evokes not one building but many, their forms flickering like half-remembered dreams. Each attempt to assemble them into a coherent whole reveals new fissures—a window where there should be a wall, a roof angled impossibly wrong—as memory subtly reshapes itself with each placement. The charting of these imagined structures illustrates how even deliberate design dissolves across time, becoming something fluid and imprecise. This poignant reconstruction offers no fixed point; instead, the network expands, hinting at an identity built on continuous, small revisions.