The fan that once cooled the kiln’s nose cone now sits idle, buried under years of accumulation. Dust hasn’t just settled here—it has consumed everything in its path, swallowing handrails and reshaping the steps like a slow, creeping tide.
Much like trees growing around forgotten bicycles and street signs, the passage of time has fused this space with its surroundings. The machinery remains, but the process has long since stopped, leaving behind a landscape transformed by decay.
With its interplay of light, texture, and time-worn surfaces, this print offers a striking meditation on nature’s slow reclamation of industry.