I imagine a field of thought before they are thought. Before they are harvested. Like a fetus waiting to be born. Some have a (red)line woven into them, hinting at the birth of their meaning. These works represent key thoughts that play a role in the (red) thread of somebody's life. Some are made of meaningful materials already hinting at their underlying identity. All these works are ongoing, never finished, meant to grow and be reproduced in time and space.