Rusting Gearwork

Rough grit from the dry earth lodges beneath fingernails as a rusted clockwork mechanism surfaces from where the doll once rested. The jagged splinter of raw pith, left severed where the vine was pulled, now nestles against oxidized iron teeth that mimic the concentric grooves of carved cedar. This mechanical wreckage has fused with the soil through years of slow integration. As the metal and organic fibers braid together, a quiet stillness settles over the site, suggesting that even our hardest measures eventually soften into the ground.