The seed which we are always becoming is an iterative process of growth, activity and reflective memory.

If forms express implicit meaning, can they also lie? Lies complicate and distort; yet we sometimes make ambiguous truths from them. Lies can never be easily exposed as being positive or negative, yet they always continue to question.

The individual is not easily catered for in architecture. The collective good is more acceptable, since even a single individual occupies so much space and never stays still long.

Physicists ask if there is only one alternative universe or an infinite number. Can language deal with such complex worlds where meaning and realities interchange, not only once but always?

Look closely at a pebble, see swirls. Pebbles come to life with water. Seeds are inanimate without it.

Can forms best come alive when curved and even more so when planted?