Narcissus is caught in the grip of his own self-absorbing thought, gazing into the water so still and clear, seeing his reflection. Lost in contemplation, he stares and stares as the surface remains unaware, a perfect mirror of his own reflection, or a deceptive force drawing him into obsession. We witness the moment of looking. The water again is central to this scene, a source of beauty, but also a danger. He loses touch with reality, consumed by self-perception, as he gazes into infinity and awaits his resurrection.
From Holding Tension Exhibition