Portholes to my thoughts

I grew up surrounded by water. The past two years I’ve been living in the desert and needless to say I’ve been craving water. The sound, the smell, the feel, and of course the visuals. The start of this journey with Schmidt Ocean Institute has been nothing short of perfection. I always think poetic thoughts when I look at the water. I noticed when I hear scientists speak about the ocean and it’s known data, I always feel like it is poetry. So I decided to bring my typewriter.

 

I chose to put my thoughts onto paper that I cut into circles. I thought it was poetic to look through the circle windows as portals into the sea around me every morning and evening. I see the words typed back on to circles as portholes into my mind. The circular format is reflecting both inside and outside discoveries.

I find portholes to be romantic and extremely evocative. Portholes are historical, iconic, utilitarian, and simply beautiful.

 

Here is a little glimpse of some of my first thoughts from day one on research vessel Falkor.

as we go

as we go

the climates changingand now we need to change,too

the climates changing

and now we need to change,

too

thoughts from a Libra sun sign with a Pisces moon and Scorpio rising.Surrounded by water and airinternally and externally

thoughts from a Libra sun sign with a Pisces moon and Scorpio rising.

Surrounded by water and air

internally and externally

mapping the unknown,creating a language and marking history for future generations to build off of.we try

mapping the unknown,

creating a language and marking history for future generations to build off of.

we try

the sun reflecting off of the infinite leveled Pacific Ocean is a site I could never get tired of. 360 views of glittered fields.

the sun reflecting off of the infinite leveled Pacific Ocean is a site I could never get tired of. 360 views of glittered fields.

It’s all just reflections and refractions.

It’s all just reflections and refractions.

this is what I cannot put into words.There is no one language that can capture this feeling.It’s a concept.It’s a love language.The oceans lure cause all to bask in its presence to want to return.It’s a universal constant.

this is what I cannot put into words.

There is no one language that can capture this feeling.

It’s a concept.

It’s a love language.

The oceans lure cause all to bask in its presence to want to return.

It’s a universal constant.