Dismantled

My son built cars from LEGO with a designer’s instinct, machines that looked complete in ways no instruction manual could predict. Occasionally, my daughter joined him, adding her own small touches. At night, I looked at the ones that had survived the day, photographed them, knowing they would not survive the next. By morning they were dismantled, the same pieces already set to become something new.

The photographs are bright and inviting, but behind their color lies a harder truth. Each car was temporary, each picture the only proof it had existed. They remind me that nothing we build is truly ours, and that everything, even us, is only material waiting to be broken down and used again.

The images below are a small selection from the project, not the complete series.