In a shifting landscape of dirt and sky, excavation and construction merge. Figures move back and forth between life and death (and possibly somewhere else). The ephemerality of existence is a mundane question in this world, where numbers mark the way. The floor of the world turns out to be easily pierced, liquid, permeable.
"...letters appear through a clearing of dirt, later removed by a paper shovel to uncover a black and white photograph of a girl. The earth opens up, then swallows back up, its many secrets." - Genevieve Yue