Entanglement.

In my earliest memories, there's slate in my hand, as I approach my dad for his verdict: are any of them fossils? We’d build a pile on Whitby beach, before splitting them for the treasure within.

Feeling the ancient beings in my hands, imagining their world, I imagined how I'd be a fossil one day. How would our successors interpret our legacies? The traces of beings, long-since extinct, captivated me in a way that the living couldn’t. They felt rare, precious; by seeing them, I had a responsibility of care.

Entanglement imprints slates with living plants, fabricating fossil records for the present. Lifeforms are given virtual bodies, interacting through constructed time, fossilising instantly. These fossils reattach industrial consequences with the organisms they impact, refusing to discuss them in separation.

The fates of the human inhabitants, their industries, and their non-human neighbours intertwine, creating objects that embody a complex whole. They are an assembly of the organic and inorganic, each co-authoring records of their coexistence.