About the artwork

Every pocket contains a window opening up into a place. That’s nothing special. Places exist everywhere. This particular place is swings and roundabouts. However much it swirls and sways it’s merely a performance. Beneath, it has come to a halt, and can’t quite remember how.

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