It rained all night. While slipping through the wavering stalks of the lotus, a hovering spectre of sorts emerged from the shores, breathing clouds. Too many worlds and how little time for an everlasting dream. I believe, she could leap in the air and flip her fins, immortalised in a language I’ll never understand. Who put the words in my mouth.
It is said that dream are a sacred portals of information passed on by the ancestral spirits for the indigenous communities. Inspired by the terrestrial deities in her hometown and with performance as a process, Becoming river is an interpretation of the artists' living dreams.