12.02 - big water I am facing three large screens that curl around one side of the room, and another three hug me from behind. It is dark and warm, and I imagine a damp salt smell through my blocked nose. A cluster of furry creatures intuitively stumble and loll over rocky mossy crags playing wooden flutes. They perform rituals in dripping caves by the water in Thailand, drying their fur in sunshine. They are both cumbersome and graceful, and I find myself longing for their innocence and intelligence. Their sea home, crashing up against rocks as new rocks form in old rock crevices. Limpets and washed out blue.
i saw a starfish
i saw a starfish
i saw a starfish
12.02 - big water I am facing three large screens that curl around one side of the room, and another three hug me from behind. It is dark and warm, and I imagine a damp salt smell through my blocked nose. A cluster of furry creatures intuitively stumble and loll over rocky mossy crags playing wooden flutes. They perform rituals in dripping caves by the water in Thailand, drying their fur in sunshine. They are both cumbersome and graceful, and I find myself longing for their innocence and intelligence. Their sea home, crashing up against rocks as new rocks form in old rock crevices. Limpets and washed out blue.