Light Through the Mirror
One person, one surface, six worlds behind it. Everything here was made rather than collected — words, photographs, film, sound, and the machinery underneath.
The mirror is the whole page.
A shallow sea lying on a mirrored floor. What reaches you has been bent twice.
Six ways in.
Each face keeps its own colour, carried down to every post behind it.
Made, not collected.
Words, photographs, film, sound, and notes on the machinery underneath.
Nothing here is in a hurry.
The surface takes its time, and so does everything written on the far side of it.