fluid forms

gin in a bar at 3am
bottle of lucozade on an early morning train
vodka jelly glistening in the afternoon
glass paper weight
listening to sunset/xx or drive/robert hood (on repeat for so many days)
sounds in the distance, life
many small moments compiled, compressed, contained
something catches the light
somewhere i cannot see, forms are unhiding themselves
it is all around us
even now, moments are being born and dying like fireworks
closing your eyes won’t stop them
inside them all are tiny bubbles of joy, emptiness

when we lie awake in the middle of the night
not remembering the previous day or wishing for tomorrow
yet we still cannot enjoy the present moment
(we wish to be anywhere else)
why is this?
why do we drive ourselves to distraction & destruction?
these photos are just from my phone, untouched
but will be used to create a second layer of truth about moments
which i will then confuse with a more fundamental truth
because in the process of constantly reducing and returning
forms unhide themselves
and the hope of seeing them almost creates peace

fluid form (blood form)

fluid form (blood form)
2012
digital c-type print, 50 x 40 cm

fluid form (blur)

fluid form (blur)
2012
digital c-type print, 50 x 40 cm

fluid form (ice b)

fluid form (ice b)
2012
digital c-type print, 40 x 40 cm

fluid form (gin a)

fluid form (gin a)
2012
digital c-type print, 40 x 53 cm

fluid forms project on Behance