Putting together the parts of the sculpture. The bronze objects casted in sand, the glass chambers blown by human breath and sculpted with gravity and hands, the electronics that are a result of humans complex technological quest. There lies always a certain absurdity in our operations. This time, mixed with an ethos of regeneration. But the process doesn't regenerate the natural surroundings, it doesn't protect, create or restore habitats. The regeneration is directed to the human body. It is a devide with measuring sensors, but the outcome is not numerical. The sensor itself is a metaphor for connection per se, for the acknowledgement of the overlooked agencies. And the resonance that the soil's humidity and temperature data manipulates – a resonance that happens on the terms of that particular unique glass shape that took place – is a signal to our bodies, not to be understood anymore as a numeric value but as a happening of attention.