A maelstrom of everything, each things has its own culture.
In the continuum of discontinuity, the sacred and profane are intertwined, which create a poesy of objects.
The items are a narrator themselves.
We make an research thier roots with various sources and attempt to transfer on the history.
The scales are existed with all the deviations,
It is a mystery that soars in use or purpose, history and time.
With these two wheels, the serpent rhythm is twirling.
As if reflecting the human nature which has never stopped to create.