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Years ago, I found this cobblestone on the street in Brussels with the golden inscription “I USED TO BE A MOUNTAIN.” Like a speech bubble rising from a choked rock. After all these years, I still haven’t been able to find out who made it—there’s no record of it anywhere as a listed artwork. I see it now as a poetic intervention by an anonymous city dweller. The words make us reflect on the origins of things. Even the city was once born out of a piece of nature. I’m now creating a continuation. Onto a wooden chair, bench, and table, I’m burning the words: “I USED TO BE A TREE.”
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