Water
mother of mothers,
permeating our primordial oceanic memory,
pulsating through the texture of our being.
we are the brine fraught tear drops swirling
through the sonic harmonies of the sea, the
pulverizing water and the breathless wind,
surrendering to the rhythmic pull of
moon and sun. awakening on a wondrous,
inexhaustible wave of time. the deep unknown,
pulling us under, spewing us out, as we wobble
through the slender slit of now.

Produced and conceived by
Jing Wang and Harvey Goldman.
(approximately 1 minute excerpt from 6 minute 30 second film)