We see through eyes still fresh from childhood. However far removed, we focus on the familiar. We remember so that we may return to the familiar thread which links each piece, each body, each group of bodies, together. We are all in transition - to where we don’t know. We don’t want to forget the homes we came from, and all those fleeting childhood moments, so fragile and so treasured. We must preserve; we must endure. “Fleeting” is the beginning of a collection of nostalgic moments bleeding beautifully together. We invite you into our temporary pause, a collection of moments between moments. One pause responds to another, one moment passes into the next. Fleeting, fleeting, fleeting.