Collecting Memories (the ones that are not my own)
A dry basin is full of visual memories of its past, as the soil cracks and changes shape. I wanted to possess the memory contained within the soil of Summer Lake, Oregon and claimed it by scraping the surface, to put it in a pile of my own. The process of collecting the cracks also destroyed them and the only thing that I had gathered was a remnant of memories. Four days later, the soil had already formed new memories with what seemed to be as many cracks as it had before. My collection on the other hand, was shrinking, as the soil slowly got carried away by the wind.