1999
Cast iron, glass
When Narcissus admired his reflection in the pond, he did not see the bottom of the pond through the surface of the water. He saw in the surface—in this reflective, two-dimensional film that separates the water from the air, and in a space that is not the water of the pond—he saw it as three-dimensional, as if it were his twin brother, not himself, but his image.
But what if Narcissus isn’t looking at his reflection in the pond, but at the bird just flying over the pond, or the treetops on the opposite shore—does the mirror-like water reflect all these images? Like an all-encompassing three-dimensional film in real time? What does a mirror show when we aren’t looking?
And considering the infinite number of film sequences and images that have ever been reflected on the surface of the pond, shouldn't we rethink our concept of the linearity of time?
… until the wind sweeps across the pond, and then the scene is gone.
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