Awash in blue and held in a state of limbo, domesticated blue waters refract sunlight off a concrete landscape. Working both as a baptismal font, and a space age stasis chamber for the figure. Encapsulated in a banal environment the water, a symbol of life, rebirth and also catastrophe sloshes about in heedless plops, slops, and ripples. There is a tension between the artificial nature of the environment and the natural elements at play in it. Escape the heat, stay suspended, wrinkle up like fruit in a jar, or just bob on unaware in this motel oasis.