I spent the summer staring at water. One of the mesmerizing things in this is the way water bends light. And this bends our perception – of the water, of what is reflected in its surface, and what is within or at the bottom of the water. Ripples continually divide and weave and get me thinking about brain waves.
I also spent days wandering in my car along bendy roads following some five different rivers through northern California and Oregon. These rivers were only bends, not a river and then a bend in the river, but serpentine throughout. The twisting and turning journey along river valleys created a warped and stretched perception of the territory – not flat, not linear, not even traversable, but only crawled along.
These pieces are a simple recollection of staring at something moving continuously, while staying in one place. This is what living feels like, and the water laughs.