In a cradle of earth, seeds await sprouting. Few of nature’s images carry as much symbolic resonance: a seed is hope – the start of a life in miniature. Its potential is astounding; it could grow into a formidable tree or be blown away in a light breeze, never to take root. Mi shows us seeds as ancestral, eternal, and unknowable. They are suspended, floating in the darkness – the rich, loamy soil sheltering a fragment of possibility. They fix us with otherworldly eyes, an alien gaze – hints of the future staring into the present.