Seeds can sleep for hundreds of years before they wake up and sprout. The memory that lies in the earth goes back thousands of years.
The earth has a different standard of time, no fleeting pace or wink. The breath of the earth, the wind blows for years without stopping, without boundaries.
The earth shifts, warms up, cools down, dries out and becomes muddy. It is a canvas painted with a wide organic palette. Worms and ants, earwigs and larvae leave their traces behind. Roots and fungi dig steadily through and form unprecedented networks.
The world, mostly invisible to us, waits, changes and stores. Centuries-old events, an accumulation of traces.