ATLANTIs
I am remembering something.
Something dormant, yet carried over millennia in collective memory,
Perhaps its resurgence is too vast to be let in in one instant, perhaps I would not have been able to withstand the shock of sudden, complete remembrance.
There is a place in time, far away, which holds a memory I revere.
it is here, in the waters of our world - these waters which have remained, recording every human thought, feeling and dream as it passed through each body that ever walked this earth.
It is a passage into the world of Illumination.
into an epoch where the fabric of light that stitches both time and space together can be sensed and perhaps even touched.
There is a world that is not lost.
It lives and breathes in a collective dream, and my heart wishes to hold it.
It is somewhere ahead of us, on the other end of this great transitionary era. But it is also Here, right Now.
We called this place Atlantis, and it was almost eternal.
A time of almost unspeakable beauty and communion with that limitless world that we call the Divine.
A time when our consciousness knew itself as light.
it is also a space inside of us
one that I wish to call back.
The Spirit of the Water deployed the Nagas for its revival:
mythical guardians of timelines, and protectors of the treasures of the Earth.
They came so close to me that I could only let their secrets in.
I made these vessels to express what is otherwise inexpressible.
To rekindle this place living at one end of time -
or is it, to draw it closer in, all the way from the eternal future?
These vessels sound for that time when our consciousness knew itself as light.
Maybe they are channels of inception.
I made them to hold the ideal that the water has kept alive.
