video 2.48, ceramic, foam, silicon, wood
Time feels slow hanging from a buoy
Feeling the wrinkle patterns on my fingertips
The sun’s direction against my face
The weight of my body in the water
Tell me the time - or rather the time that has passed
When the wind determines a lemon is past its prime
It thrusts it onto the ground
Letting the sun, soil animals, microorganisms absorb its mass
I aim to beat the wind
Grasping the liquid gold and placing it in the bottom of my dress
I collect
Juggling the reaching with the keeping
I find I quickly can balance no more
The awkward lemons roll and tumble into the sink
Just how one should brush their teeth - with a bristle brush
I shine the rinds in a circular pattern
A curious habit
As rinds are disregarded
The time spent examining them – meditative
It transports me to shallow sea floor
Belly skimming the below
My feet lightly acting as a propeller
Ankles undulating up and down up and down
No knee motion my knees might just get poked
It happened
That sudden ping pin feeling
As my skin grazed against a sea urchin needles
Unlike a lemon that persuaded me to grasp it and pick it
As I pluck the sea urchin needles from my knee
I think – what a clever repulsion
Slicing a lemon baked in the Mediterranean sun – it oozes with juice
Slicing, turning, placing, squeezing, pouring again and again
The form and pattern remind me of a sea urchin
The population vast and dense
Urchins heal - medicinal to the sea
Like a lemon in hot water soothes a sore throat
Their natural inkling in to soak up the bad
A balancing act
If you dunk a PH strip in the sea it would come back a green/blue
The acidity in saline bodies of water is much higher
A concern is the ever increasing acidity in the ocean
My grip loosens
I can feel my hand as
Each finger releases from the buoy
I am no longer
Hanging, bobbing or dangling
But rather sinking
Eyes wide open
Witnessing my foot stay tangled in the rope
As my body flips
Head deeper than my toes
My ear following the ring
The deep ring
At the bottom
The sea swallows
It never digests
Objects are smoothed by grains of sand when they are submerged - they do not disapear
They rather add weight
Some are more favorable to the sea
Other objects ingested are simply pollutants
If you spend a generous amount of time upside down
What you find at the bottom of the stomach lining of the sea is hard to absorb
Leaving behind remnants of our shelters – and existences
The sea does not shelter in the same way
It does not need our protection our warmth –
It needs distance
However, we continue to intrude
Not hearing it scream
Rather increasing our presence
Hoping that by hugging harder it will love us more
Releasing – my body naturally floats to the surface
The right ear feels the wind first
While the left still hears a faint ring
Wind fully surrounds
The ringing stops
Treading
My own tether in the line of buoys
Unless you are underneath
Listening to the lungs of the sea breath
One can ignore the ring