STONECUBE

An isometric cut-out of an urban geometric landscape, becoming overgrown. First the grey of new concrete. Smooth edges become rough. Then cracks. As the flurry of human activity dies down, trees know it's is safe to grow again.

Nature reclaiming the forgotten works of humankind - the idea for some brings thoughts of futility and breakdown, but for many it comes with hope of renewal. We are beginning to fear our industrious proclivities, waiting for the day we drown the landscape in concrete. Every crack, every unlikely tree growing from a disused gutter, is a gentle pulse.