I was riding on the train thinking about how the structure of life on earth is
akin to a game.
An image of glass beads used for childhood games appeared in my mind.
Usually they were sold in a green pouch, resembling a tiny fishing net. The
beads looked a bit like roe. I didn't know how to play with them, but I was
marvelling at their beautiful interior. Each bead contained a colourful eye
inside. I could spend hours staring at them, turning a bead between my
fingers.

In my adult life I held the Buddhist belief that Buddha’s potential resides in
every existence. I thought about the fact that every seed, for example a seed of
a pine tree, in some sense is already a tree. Everything possess some kind of
ability to transform.

2020
glass, resin, pine seeds