Nails are an object that I find on the ground in nearly every space I visit. In a cluster they serve as a symbol of the forest that inevitably begins to return to an abandoned space. They also remind me of the workers who used them and the hands that once put them into the walls of the space to build it. Nails tarnish and rust but remain strong even with the passage of time. This piece features paper and nails found at abandoned industrial sites, bonded to the surface with multiple coats of hand painted wax that has been fused with photographs of found nails.