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The kaleidoscope cycles, cycles, re-cycles ...
My work is my debris: re-cycle-re-cycle !
My memories are my nature: re-cycle re-cycle.
Walking on the streets of Providence in April 2017, I saw a half-collapsed building. Later I learned it was one of the last examples of Brutalist architecture in Providence. I walked around and collected the broken glass from the building. I built a kaleidoscope and filled it with the broken glass. When you turn it, the pieces, reflected through mirrors, infinitely fall apart and come together. They also create a crashing, demolition-like sound.
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