2nd of February. 2018. Ibiza.
Walking on wet ground. Wet pavements.
Puddles are still.
Puddles are windows to an other dimension.
Puddles are my doorway in, today.
I see reflection create shapes, obviously inspired by what is directly over them but they get to be interpreted into the puddle language.
When the puddle receives a small impact in any of its surface or vibrated from under, the ripples move the image and changes the message.
Puddles could act as mirrors, but they have a personality of their own.
Water is fluid with no beginning and no end, it just fill into the shape it´s held in, by solid matter.
The reflection in the still water created by shadows divide the space up into different sections.
The doorway puddle that reflects shapes becomes more attractive than the one that just reflects the sky.
The reflection in the still water created by shadows divide the space up into different sections.
The doorway puddle that reflects shapes becomes more attractive than the one that just reflects the sky.
I get a doorway into the sky on the ground.
The sky is too empty and vast. It feels to far away.
So, exactly this is why I stop and take more time to gaze into the sky puddle.
This is how I describe it now. Right back when I was doing this I get the feeling of looking though skylight .
This is how I describe it now. Right back when I was doing this I get the feeling of looking though skylight .
