Statement:

While recently in Venezia, Italy, I ventured into the decaying ruins of the West wing of the Venice Arsenal.

These were the ancient shipyards and armories of Venice, in use up till some decades ago. I am constantly searching for
what I term "sublime decay" and when I first stepped beyond the open-aired confines of the main site into the ruins of
the communal baths, I felt as though I had "arrived" somewhere I had wanted to go, but had been seeking without a map.

It was as if I had passed through an invisible barrier between the worlds of yesterday and today.With every step broken
shards of tile echoed throughout the old baths, and one could almost hear the ghosts of time in the echoes. It was at once
an eerily beautiful and haunting spectre of the relentless entropy of time, and of human mortality as merely a moment's
shadow in the memory of places reclaimed by nature.