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Bottle, rope, wood slats, nails, candle, 33cm x 22cm
On each journey little trophies keep presenting themselves to me. Some have to be hunted out, others are just there to be seen. Each has its own history attached. The medicine/alcohol bottle has become a time capsule of dirt, lit by the flickering movement of the burning candle placed behind. The rope, tied in a hangman's knot, is covered in moss and suggests a connection between the bottle and death.
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