Indefinite

It wanders around the edge of an invisible boundary that depicts the phases of entropy and regeneration as they phase in and out. These shifting moments are imbued with a sense of the liminal, capturing a strange and indescribable sensation that defies definition. Time displaces a sense of belonging. The psyche morphs into earth, into detritus and becomes intertwined in shifting forms. What is left is a practice, a rite of passage, leaving markers in the path of the indefinite.