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Railway Museum in the mountains, I gather the tree clippings along the way. The last one, closest one, in the very village of the museum, was hanging between plastic water tubes, from the first floor of a broken down building. The ground floor used to be a grocery shop, I tried to use a metal stick meant for dragging plastic produce baskets, but I wasn’t tall enough to reach. The windows upstairs were wide open, the windows of the house across were wide open. A street lived by immigrants working on the fields lower down. This branch was the most limb-like of all, a fig tree, pink to grey. A man from the house across, with his crying baby comes to help out. We get it down and into my car and I continue down the hill for the obsolete train station— now railway museum. The station master was never from the empire, but rather a cypriot, and this very one was in the newspaper as a child for halting the train in its tracks for fun.
In the 50s, the train track was dismantled and carried backwards on its own body, to the port. The excess steam from the engine dripped along while in motion, causing greenery to spurn around the arid land; red, silver, blue.

Front Room
1. Fire, 2025, Uncut tissue, moulding wood, Dimensions variable

2. Fire 2, 2025, Olive, eucalyptus and pine branches, tin, Dimensions variable

3. Unrelated (fork food festival), 2025, Found plastic, glass cut to measure, 108 x 94 cm

Office
4. Master, 2025, Silver gelatine print, 60 x 40.5 cm

5. Master, 2025, Silver gelatine print, 60 x 40.5 cm

Office Vitrine
6. Daylight, 2025, Glass cut to measure, 114.5 x 120.5 x 43.5 cm

Top shelf
Daylight, 2025, Archival pigment prints, 7.5 x 10 cm (each)

Middle shelf
Fork food festival, 2025, Print on glass, Dimensions variable

Lower shelf
HDPE, 2025, Led screen, electronics, stainless steel, 3D printed resin, 9 x 9 x 7 cm (each)