As Explained Elsewhere
A track is usually evidence of passage: something moved here, recently enough that the mark persists. Malta's cart ruts complicate this: grooves worn or cut into the island's limestone, paired tracks that converge and diverge without apparent logic, surviving in fields, on clifftops, beneath roads. No one knows how they were made, or why. Having outlived all memory, the ruts exist now as pure form: lines still legible but no longer readable.
The work follows these ruts alongside Malta's urban surfaces, where new construction layers over old ground and development accumulates over whatever was there before. Geographically distinct, both sets of images share the same preoccupation: what persists after purpose has been forgotten, after a trace has been detached from its history and become available for projection and speculation.