About the artwork

In the early days they were bursting and twisting soft like seafoam. Cosmic infants playing hide and seek in the fabric of space. Possibility and probability not yet at odds with each other. Careening reverence had streaks of meaning then. Crashing and trashing up a great hill that inevitably will spin out of balance. Pushed over the edge. But a moment is as important as an entire timeline. And this moment it's pure playful candor.

About the series

“This place holds no predictions about the future.

Yet the resoluteness of a universe in stagnation might cease to unfold just like this.

A place rather unstuck in time.

Still, it’s a moving breathing place.

Soft and slow.

In a tiny pocket of its mind exists evolution and extinction. But there is something nuzzled in between.

That’s this place.

A Möbius strip

Doubling up on itself until it becomes a haze.

Not quite there. Not quite a vagueness.”

Julie Berger Lindh