In this body of work, water appears everywhere and is nowhere. It circulates as pressure, flow rate, and coolant. It is present in the absence of rain.


The bodies are wet infrastructure. Instead of representing fertility, they perform it as fixtures that can never leave the system they feed. Pregnancy becomes a contract for the future, a guarantee that circulation will not stop tomorrow. The future is collateral.




Breasts, wombs, oceans, and data centers are the same ontological stuff moving at different scales. Bodies become plumbing, leaking and overworked , suspended between myth and measurement. This is the logic of the drought: not a lack of water, but a lack of rest and uselessness. Everything must circulate. Everything must be optimized. Even exhaustion is recycled as aesthetic.