Every material has lived another life.
Leather was once a skin.
Wool, a winter on the hills.
Silk, a single thread.
Nothing is lost.
Only the form has changed.
Lightness and weight
were never opposites.
Silver.
Suede.
Skin.
They recognise one another.
To look at one thing
and recognise another.
A figure, reduced
to what cannot be taken away.
Line.
Weight.
Silence.
Nothing more.
– SECOND NATURE –
Chapter II – Recognition