The Anthropocene: what we leave behind.

A plastic bottle folds over itself. The sand it rests upon makes way for its foreign shape. Water and wind carve voids and build dunes around the bottle, highlighting its presence. The futuristic object is in dialogue with the earth.

I chose the beach to tell the story of the Anthropocene, a unit of geological time which only recently began. Here the elements are in constant motion. The waves crash against the shore, at times with violence others with tenderness. The wind writes its name thousands of times in the sand. In the current era, objects which never existed before interfere with the footprint of primordial forces.

If life first appeared in our oceans, then the space between water and land was a point of departure for our species. I return to this ancient portal to find signs of our evolution: what we leave behind.