.abstract in water.
Water. A kind of energy, an element, I can't resist despite my undefined feelings towards it. It flows, it feeds, it transforms, it corrodes, it refreshes, it gives birth to life, it makes things blurry, it fills our bodies, and shapes our existence.
A warm night in Athens, some roots, water, and my mother standing behind the big vase. The correlation was concealed to me in a wave of thoughts around what makes us root, yet move in time and space. What grounds us and what feeds our growth to the sky. We spent nine months of our unborn life rooting in our mother's womb, our physical roots are cut, yet we are bonded to our parents even beyond humanly perceived life. What chemical substance reacts within our bodies, turning water into blood? What makes our body long for water? What awakes our spine when we stand close to the sea?
In other words, what I do when I have nothing to do.