Inspired by the destruction of grain silos in Council Bluffs, Iowa.
Wooden hinged arms
Chunks of concrete suspended in hollow shells of what were once, in a sense, protectors of life, reduced to meaningless rubble which will soon own no evidence of it’s former existence. The largeness that defends their right to exist, is the catalyst of their demise.
When Thoughts become so big, heavy and concrete, they cannot be scaled back to their original concept, they die.