Lines

Things dear to our hearts, reminding us of fragments of our lives, familiar places and faces - unassuming things that preserve moments and memories… Things whose lives often slowly come to an end, but deep down we wish they would stay with us, remain with us just a little while longer… Where do such things disappear to? Objects we’d like to breathe new life into - to repair them, alter them, and find a new purpose for them; in short, to give them a second chance. Lines - thin and subtle, a series of simple threads running through the massive concrete beams that once dominated the original structure - lines that represent the hope for a new life, for a second chance.