Landscape > Choreographing Water (ongoing)

Seepage
Seepage
2020

What is interstitial space, and where is it? Crossing a threshold and approaching along a broken path toward the water’s edge, lapping, it moves us closer to the shoreline, revealing that the edge isn’t an edge at all, but a horizon. This ground that was once ocean, a subterranean primordial sea, has left marks of ancient life in its retreat. Marks that today we walk over without apprehension. On this ground people danced, had lives that are also now forgotten. Each breath in fills an internal space, an internal ecosystem of thought that is as old as the ancient floor we walk upon. In stillness one listens and hears this wave cascade and circulate within. Without boundaries the earth, the water and the sky merge. A celestial mirror reveals our history. With each step the cycle turns. Time folds in on itself. Placing a marker, noting the change is defiant. Superimposing permanence suggests a claim, and lacks truth. The truth of time, gravity and effort. Effort is in the making of space...The making that is also shaping, the shaping of hills, rivers, valleys, of great tides that flow and will flow. And with each breath we take we shape the tide, turn the earth. Relics of marks made on the land and in the sky and in the oceans. Signposts to other times and times to come. Submerging, and succumbing to the tide of breath. On the horizon there is a clearing. One moves toward the opening in the forest grove. Beyond is light and a sense of unknown. In, across and through the structures that are built are the spaces that are unnamed. The uncharted the old and forgotten are residing here. Transmitting change through each step makes custom, has value, is culture. Through breathing we make space. In this realm one invites the other, who is also a transmitter. Through prisms light refracts through time, blinding us. The other becomes opaque, loose, also blind. Yet, there is a clearing on the horizon. Above the path light contorts around us. It falls on us and beneath us. One sinks deeper and the tide moves in, erasing the boundary that was once imagined to be there. The humming heightens, growing louder. - LM