Perhaps when offered lightly – a hovering suggestion – an impression can be received more deeply, from one to another.
A curation of eight haikus – from poets living today as well as those long gone – are transcribed on fragile paper and framed inside painted disks. They appear hovering up from the posts along the waterfront. Each poem offers an impression of water, and the connections with natural and human cycles: erosion, stagnation, growth, and renewal. The poems themselves may begin to weather over the course of the week, in further engagement with unpredictability and change. Sometimes we have no map or path to guide us to what we seek – what will you discover?