Hippocampus in Context

Until we have a place in which to breath, live, and thrive, we are no more than dead (drifting) wood. And so to breathe life into the seahorse, whose existence facilitated reflection on empire, I had to build my own empire of sorts. One which involved the ambient light of rays filtered through the roof of a silo. In this composition, it is wind energy that triumphs over oil.

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