felt works
Victor Young
Turbulence 2002
Merino, Silk, Yarn
İVictor Young 2002
The captain shouts to us that there is always a 'little' turbulence at the boundry of plain and mountain. We reach and reflexively tighten our belts. Below the verdant greens are distorted grotesquely as the plane bucks. Suddenly we are falling. As the ground rushes up at us, a single image is frozen in our eyes as though a shutter has stuck open before the glass shatters.