Man’s mortality, the history of certain living things and their eventual decay and disappearance, have been recurring themes in my works. Recently, I have concentrated more on simple things such as the lines of a palm, tree roots, earth and water. The subject of this series is an extension of those projects – specks of dust that have accumulated on the surface of a wall that in turn has been subjected to a variety of wear and tear over time. As I worked on this piece, I was reminded of a saying they have in India: “What we call the world is an accumulation of dust.” I wonder how many stories these traces of dust, almost invisible, can tell us?