I waited three years before I saw the shadows. They appear underwater. Water is the place where my roots sediment. What are these shadows? Forgotten memories? Cellular ghosts bathing in between two shores? Roots of a strange life emanate from them. Somewhere else, out of the water, there may be a body, a being. Work is in progress here, so slowly that the rhythm is imperceptible. It goes back to time immemorial. In silence, only calm surfaces.