"For even as one’s first sensation sees a landscape of water rushing us towards a precipice, a second look sees that it is also a vast bed, the rumpled bedclothes rippling in waves of cloth away from us, perhaps after a night’s sleep or love making or dreaming. Some of the folds subliminally imply a figure, or more accurately, the absence of a figure that has left the bed. Suddenly the viewer slips between seeing this as an expansive exterior space and a private interior one, between something remote and extensive and something intimate and intensive." - Wayne L. Roosa

Click here for full essay by Wayne L. Roosa, published in the Artist Book 'Flooded', funded by a Jerome Foundation Book Grant.