inga träd växer till himmelen /

a Swedish proverb that translates to "no trees grow to heaven" translated further in Morse code, binary code and finally in base pairs. The translation has been integrated in to the genetic code of my birthmark, printed on paper, frozen in a block of ice with two seeds and left on a bed of soil ready for its decomposition. Pattern cycles itself, repeats itself infinitely and in the case of life, vanishes, never to be found again.