The scent of forbidden explorations and an olfactory meditation on dust... attic air, the inside of old trunks, abandoned haylofts, library stacks, and abandoned buildings.
Dustsceawung is the contemplation of dust, worldly desires, and the ephemerality of all things... raspings that were once a tree, ruins that were once cities, bones that were once lovers. Dust is always the ultimate destination on our journey.
“We are but dust and shadow.” (Pulvis et umbra sumus)
― Horace, 23 B.C.E.
Art: Vanitas Still Life by Jacques de Gheyn the Elder, 1603