In this body of work, water appears everywhere and is nowhere. It circulates and cools its surroundings. It evaporates and is maintained.  



Our bodies are wet infrastructure. When a water breaks, we flow back into the ocean that we came from. Pregnancy becomes a contract for the future, a guarantee that circulation will not stop. The future is collateral.





Breasts, wombs, oceans, and data centers are the same ontological stuff moving at different scales. Bodies become plumbing, suspended between myth and measurement. This is the logic of the drought: everything must circulate. Everything must be optimized. Even exhaustion is recycled as aesthetic.