Office for the Last Frost Hollow

The hollow is held as a low white register: dense frost at left, then broken cells, then bare cloth. Teal inversion contours cradle it but slip at lower right, where gold stitches acknowledge a boundary the archive can no longer align. Downward arrows remain trapped in the borders; the coral line measures warmth approaching without entering. Above, the temperature record cycles between presence and erasure. The work asks us to notice not frost as scenery, but the lost precision of where cold once settled.