Score #15: Visualize a river-observation-vessel

A small creek, Holsbekken creek, swirls, swings, leaps and falls with all its water, down there at the bottom of the small canyon slope, dug out by water during the years, during many, uncountable years. This creek is opaque, the impervious water has a grayish brown hue. The river bed itself is out of clay, slippery clay, clay that sucks your boots, clay that captures perfect imprints of animal paws. The clay that once was at the bottom of the sea, before the land started to rise some 60 million years ago: up, up, up! And still, day by day the water in the creek is working with this old silt, sand and clay. Sand milling clay and silt, mixing it into a gray drink, a tea, sending it away, whirling along without hesitation every single day, every hour, every minute, quenching the river Glommas thirst, the mother river, continuously swallowing water, from many small creeks into her giant river gut, grey-brown in its water, blue-brown in its water, with millions of particles stopping the sun rays to reach the river bed. What is buried in the mud down there? Amongst the riverside grasses on the river banks, the stones overlaid with fine clay, the sunken trees, the blind fish eyes. I would like to unveil it, out of curiosity, see through that dilution, that mist, that mix, that muddy blanket, what is it hiding?

Score and text by Søssa Jørgensen, living in Skiptvet, Norway.
Collage by Avani Tanya, living in Aldona Village, Goa, India.
Scanned ceramic tiles with inlay clay.