The beauty of RUST… an erosion of the past… a left over… FOUND texture and colour – a representation of time passing… a remnant of someone else’s story that connects with my present. The discovery of beauty in simplicity… away from the construct of consumerism… a return to nature and our spiritual heart. The juxtaposition of the crumbling, erosion of time… found in the present… the beauty of the eroded, crumbling form – the remains… the suggestion of a story that came before – the mystery drawing us in… pointing us to the elements – time passing which escapes no man… calling to our heart… to the things that are important… to our ORIGIN…