CORALS, SPONGES AND EVIL SEAWEED

Hå gamle prestegård

curated by Ingunn Sirevåg Nord-Varhaug

The sea did not stop when it reached land – it continued to drift into my unconsciousness.

From the desolate beach of driftwood and discarded rubble, I walked into a long corridor on the ocean floor.

The walls were filled with strange looking plants in all kinds of colors, shapes and sizes.

Corals and sponges were curiously peeking out from their hideaways.

Long strands of seaweed hovered above my head and seemed to be watching my every move.

Like a sailor who has just reached shore, I continued my drunken walk.

Outside, organized sets of microscopic particle swere floating back and forth with the shifting tide.

Photo documentation: Oddbjørn Erland Aarstad

Realised with the generous support of :

ARTICA