From mid-August to late October, 2008, I spent ten weeks in Marquette, a small rural settlement in the heart of Nebraska, as part of a residency program. Concurrently to various on-going projects, I had the privilege to lay upon the surroundings — odd and obsolete objects, weathered constructions — the dawdled, watchful and constantly renewed gaze of he who subscribes to the pace which silently exudes from it all.