There is something about how it flows, about how it despite it's tangibility lacks a beginning and an end. Constantly shifting, persistently playing with our perception, repeatedly exposing the illusory stability of what we believe to be solid. Water does not have boundaries, does not pretend as if boundaries exist. It moves us forward, physically, metaphorically, emotionally. And while everything concerning water keeps shifting, what always flows in and out is desire. Water brings desire, evokes desire, embodies desire. It makes is want - whether it's the water itself, the creatures that inhabit it, a naked body submerged, the mirages it can project, or simply it's own desire to be left alone.