Young swimmers playing in the cool blue water pools of the brief summer season. The days are bright and long, but these sunlit months are fleeting, like childhood itself. I watch them, aware, observant, spurt of water, successful or failed spins, dives or other prowesses frozen by the shutter, a moment captured and the frame in which they will remain trapped forever.
The water droplets merge with the rough edges of the rock and cement; somersaults are isolated instances in time, in water, like submarine sculptures. We perceive the movement and shape of the distorted bodies, some floating, some struggling, some appearing to drown, some triumphant, some breaking the water’s surface like a Phoenix rising. Reality and poetry, lights and colors blend in a water ballet.
“Waterlilies” is primarily a caress, a drop of love from a mother to her children.