Inevitable fate – not to be avoided, changed, or resisted. Death and taxes came to mind. Death, or better, life’s remains, won. I dug though my boxes of found objects and life’s flotsam – skulls, shells, crab carcasses, sponges, lichen, seed pods, urchins, sand dollars, baby doll pieces, an old worn comb. Life’s remains are often the things we’re drawn to pick up at the beach or on a hike or at random moments in random places. I reused the wallpaper-wrapped box from an earlier project I abandoned, the red spoon came from a recycle depot, the wooden panel from a discarded fruit box, and the distressed wire mesh was found at a salvage yard.