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My use of text arises from an internal dialogue I have with water. What would water say if it had the agency of a voice? What memory and stories does it hold? How can it help me empathise with the more-than-human world in ways outside my own human perspective?
The Water Diaries will be published in a physical form as an artist book.
These works are available separately, numbered edition of six, variable sizes, dye sublimation prints on brushed Aluminium.
we are all bodies of water
we held you in the womb
who holds dominion
rewonder
holy water
what is the cost of living
through the eyes of an octopus
you chart our location you pen our lore
you suck me into your coma
curious mercurial moments
trans form
the lapping tides kiss goodnight
on reflection
you hold a fountain inside
right as rain
drowning in my passivity
you’ll never contain me in such a small pond
dissolve into the mothering
disturb your calm
mirror pools
thinking from the inside out
dream another ocean dream
patterns of chance and inevitability
your boundless open sea inside
we are you you are us
we are them they are us
In this series of work, the fluid motion of water is stilled by the camera lens and overlaid with the written word.
My use of text arises from an internal dialogue I have with water. What would water say if it had the agency of a voice? What memory and stories does it hold? How can it help me empathise with the more-than-human world in ways outside my own human perspective?
The Water Diaries will be published in a physical form as an artist book.
These works are available separately, numbered edition of six, variable sizes, dye sublimation prints on brushed Aluminium.
we are all bodies of water
we held you in the womb
who holds dominion
rewonder
holy water
what is the cost of living
through the eyes of an octopus
you chart our location you pen our lore
you suck me into your coma
curious mercurial moments
trans form
the lapping tides kiss goodnight
on reflection
you hold a fountain inside
right as rain
drowning in my passivity
you’ll never contain me in such a small pond
dissolve into the mothering
disturb your calm
mirror pools
thinking from the inside out
dream another ocean dream
patterns of chance and inevitability
your boundless open sea inside
we are you you are us
we are them they are us