The Old Shop had been used for woodworking and other handiwork on my family's estate for over a century. A few years ago, it was necessary to deconstruct it. I had a wonderful time documenting the process with film. Film's aesthetic lent itself to the ramshackle beauty that I observed as we climbed through layers of grime and time. I tried to honor the sense of history inherent to these weathered, paint-peeled, rusty objects housed by the structure of the building.