ARCH PRESENTS SAND KILLS STONES Kate Newby

Do stones die under sand, or do they only wait to see the sun? Kate
Newby wanders Athens gathering what the city has let go, shards of
glass, rust, scraps of metal, and entrusts them to fire, water and the
warmth of the hand. In SAND KILLS STONES, glass melts into a
second skin, mirrors sink into soft folds, bronze greens drop by drop and
small pieces of metal keep the imprint of a palm. Across the rooms and
courtyard of ARCH, the works gather rain and borrow the sky, as the
Parthenon receives its rare showers over thousands of years. Time is
held here like a seed in a pocket.