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