Strange Altars – Periodic Table sachets.

In a secluded part of the woods in an open shelter, a modest installation quietly existed. Wooden toothpicks, held up a hessian sachet, bearing singular numbers.

Within the shelter's sanctuary, they stood, if only for a fleeting moment. No expectation of observation lingered, no assumption of visibility. Just a simple fact—they were there, if only briefly, before being gently reclaimed.

These periodic table numbers held no agenda, no demand for recognition. They existed, if only momentarily, nestled within the shelter's embrace, their significance, if any, known. hardly.

In this sheltered space, amidst the quiet echoes of the forest, the numbers left their mark—a subtle reminder of their transient presence, now only a memory, as the shelter stood, holding the echo of their silent vigil.

Linda Sgoluppi Art