About the artwork

A place nudged into the crook of an eye. In there a watchtower moves as a viewer. An elevated ridge gaze. But that is not its true nature. To burn a hole through stone is what it really does.

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