Where Moss Remembers.
Where Moss Remembers begins in the familiar intimacy of my home, only to drift into a future where nature quietly takes hold. Radios, sketches, and belongings of my great-grandfather hold stories my grandmother passed down, carrying his legacy through me. These objects serve as fragile memory tokens, resonating with human presence yet fading without it. Just as legacy endures through storytelling, nature too persists quietly reclaiming the space, reminding us of its ultimate power to outlast us all.
The Polaris.
The Polaris is a hidden landscape where past, present, and future dissolve into one, glimpsed only in the liminal minutes before departure.
Suspended Driftstones hover weightlessly over the
landscape, their quiet stillness defying gravity. Radiant
godrays cut through the mist, illuminating delicate Chro
nospecks—tiny, shimmering particles that drift through
the light like fragments of time.
Towering Chronomirrors stand as silent
sentinels, their gleaming surfaces revealing fragmented
reflections of your existence across shifting timelines.
Drawing from Indian epics, with visions of the time-traveling Vimana, and infused with cosmic sci-fi, it unfolds as a mythic place of memory and possibility. A world that feels real yet unreachable, suspended between imagination and eternity.