About the artwork
This place contains a shallow chamber plumping up with breeze. Filling itself to lazy expansion, then calling out for some shiny, bright thing. A call like that will always be returned by an echo. This entire place is just echoes.
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