Strands of blue string cascade from bottles onto the floor and there clump into words. The text is taken from historic descriptions of first encounters with the new world. In the piece string becomes water and water becomes history.
Text: "The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it."- Christopher Columbus
"Ocian in view! O! the joy." - William Clark
"There was dew on the grass, and the first thing they did was to get some it on their hands and to put it to their lips, and to them it seemed the sweetest thing they had ever tasted." - Vinland Sagas