I printed small image fragments casually generated by Gemini onto cheap paper. The images were produced without a clearly defined subject, instead generated from words that surfaced spontaneously in my mind at each moment. I tore the printed images by hand and carried the fragments in my pocket. While walking through a rural village, whenever I encountered a place that felt appropriately ordinary yet somehow extraordinary, I placed a fragment of paper there and photographed it. The poorly torn fragments of generated images exist upon a small patch of land—the texture of the earth itself—where countless lives flicker indifferently in and out of existence.
