Years ago I was by the seaside. Some weird ideas, another project - I was filming shallow water in the wind. It was moving in a hypnotic way, rapidly changing its reliefs, erecting and hiding tiny bumps.

Came back home, sat down to edit the video, something happened, paused it. And I paused too, in surprise. Sunlight reflected on that hypnotic movement of water made clear, sharp forms. It wasn’t blurred or intermittent, it was so clear I could easily redraw it. Not only were they crisp, they were so peculiar, almost like carefully designed. I hadn’t changed a bit, not even the composition. I got hypnotised again. I played and paused, played and paused, and I drew and drew those patterns.

Since then I watch water. Light reflections on it, ice, how it keeps transforming coffee foam or distorts the shapes of things when looked at through it placed in glass… The more I look, the more interactions of it with the surroundings I find. Water is messing with our fixated and divided comprehension of reality, distorting physical shapes within a second in our eyesight, or slowly and persistently reshaping solid things under our touch.

I don’t see water anymore as just my daily take-in or dew, or rain, puddle, river, lake, or sea. It’s everywhere - the way soil is pushed after its forceful move or heavy rain, the moisture in tree leaves, the damp smell of air, the flexibility of my skin… No wonder they say water is life.

This series is just a tiny bit of what can be discovered and recorded, or played around with to talk water visually, or make tributes to it. It is ongoing, and probably for life.

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2020 - now