Aron Machiels, Moratorium of Transformation

Watching the ever changing water, I fall back into daydreaming. A utopian phantasm where dreams reside and worries ebb away. Created by the first medium that held an illusion of reality, a place uninfluenced by reality. An ever so slightly different world offered to us by a clouded mirror. A new given, an original copy that delivers a real that, insatiably, crawls under the skin. Like Narcissus, falling prey to the premonition of the hyperreal, I gradually lose all contact with my surroundings.