“If I ventured in the slipstream between the viaducts of your dreams...”
Van Morrison, Astral Weeks
Technically, a slipstream is the area of reduced pressure produced by and immediately behind a fast-moving object as it moves through air or water. The increased turbulence of a stream where it rushes along the shoreline flowing around the rocks and reeds causes the water to spill and slow around objects, then spin rapidly to catch up. This physical phenomenon fractures the light, splinters the reflection and is at its base a journey. I love the tangle of growth at the water’s edge, and the myriad colours that burst from the banks in our short, intense northern summers. Streams, creeks and pools explode with life in a brief and ecstatic burst nearly as fleeting as the water itself.
In this series, as in most of my work, the landscape is a jumping off point searching for the always out of reach, just round the next bend destination, that propels us forward.