There was an excavation: A veil lifted, the earth revealed. Disturbance, wound, development, a bruise. Rocks and soil that rested here for 96 years, removed by machines and bodies. Progress. Metal shaped by something far bigger than myself. Concrete bricks with a clear purpose. Drawings that serve a very different purpose, but share the narrative. An ongoing story behind glass.
Soil from Tryggvagata landfill, coloured pencil drawings, construction site fence