You Were Never Solid: Spore

"Spore" Where I live in Northern Australia there are only 2 seasons, wet and dry. I love the wet season, everything grows uncontrollably like the earth has released a spring, mould climbs the walls of our houses and every where there is water.

"Spore" muses on those cycles. On fires being consumed by rain and fungus growing to eat the decaying flesh of plants and all that came before.

A bubble of life until it to releases it's spores and turns to dust to wait for the rain to return next year.

And so it goes...