This is a documentation of things I find whilst on my walk.

June 2023

One day, I encounter a collection of abandoned dolls on a byway, each bearing traces of a forgotten childhood.

Plastered with mud, it was obvious that a long time had passed since when they were manufactured, sold, and got rid of as no longer desirable.

Through the haunting presence of mannequins, symbols of hollow ideals, a sense of peculiar familiarity tells of that even in neglect and decay, there exists a profound beauty waiting to be discovered.

Scanning and arranging these figures against the void, I was reminded of the fragility of our own existence.