About the artwork
Every pocket contains a window opening up into a place. That’s nothing special. Places exist everywhere. This particular place is swings and roundabouts. However much it swirls and sways it’s merely a performance. Beneath, it has come to a halt, and can’t quite remember how.
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