In order to add more broken plates to the site, it was important to see what came before I began scattering more layers. With the help of a devoted friend, we braved the single digit temperatures with a pick axe and brush we found in George’s collection of tools. In our coveralls we chipped away at the frozen earth to reveal pieces that have been imbedded in the dirt for twenty years. Each segment of the grid created unique constellations of now anonymous and worn geographies. Forward motion sometimes requires us to aggregate the past.