Shifting skins
I’m looking at the close-up shots I took over the summer of a body membrane sinking in a stream, and remembering what I was fascinated by in the first place. It was that multiple surfaces came into view.
Vision of the trees above on the surface of the water. Light reflections bending around the air pockets still floating on the surface. Bubbles are trapped. Textures of a light dry paper surface collapsed into darkened translucent fabric. The textures of the moss, the dirt, and the river stones on the surface of the ground at the bottom of the stream.
And the vibration. As the stream blowed into the space, it brought a vibration that indicated inevitable rhythm, and I felt it’s persistence.
