Cafe Gallery, Southwark
Stay a while and listen to the water. What is it whispering to you as it flows across the surface? Hundreds of thoughts disappearing and reappearing in new forms, fed by the well of knowledge a long way down the path. Stuttering water, channels of thought. Language, as slippery as a fish, quick flowing with a mind of its own constantly moving its meaning, updating itself.
Water inscribing something unseen; invisible writing revealing different secrets. Feed the language, allow it to weep its pattern across the surface creating a repository for dreams. Discover endless possibilities in the reservoir of words.