A piece of tree
A piece of tree from this season's last mushroom outing. It smells of mycelium, a wet, late autumn forest. Still damp when I hand it over. I take these fragments of the environment to myself. I arrange them in the apartment. They remind me of what I miss.
Stamp on paper
I stop, when I start studying the structure of paper. I discovered it while making collages. I get inundated with paper from all sides - I look at it, I rearrange it, I crumple it, I tear it. I disappear for a while. A stamp from Japan - I miss Masa's home, Sapporo.
Microphone
This is a piece of a contact microphone (DIY). I like to listen to the vibrations it transmits, to experiment with the materiality of sound. Somatic contact with sound attracts me, activates me.
