I was waiting for the bus. Next to the bus stop there is a tree. A few things were scattered under the tree: a floss-pick, a nail, half-eaten apple, cigarette butts etc. I thought who were those people who once touched these! What were their age, race, gender… their socio-economic situation? What were they thinking when they were touching those things… threw them? Were they happy or sad… where were they heading to?
Do they know they left an installation artwork behind?
I like to observe insignificant things around… they make me think.
*This is not a photography.