BLUE COUP D’ETAT

That confused expectation at the end of the work, young men standing poolside in goggles and speedos, knowing that they’re there to win but not really sure why or what for or who for. The result of the work is often overshadowed by the work itself, the time, the effort, the drive, the desire–it’s all supposed to be embodied in this moment when you dive into the pool submerged in a roaring silence of displaced air, breath, and motion broken by the crowd of stuttering voices discernable the way speech penetrates deep sleep or a lapse into unconsciousness, all garbled and distant but undeniably present unlike the sound of an empty pool, the smooth breaking strokes crisp and rhythmic, extended bubbles, a breath and the left arm coming over dunking my face back into the water at the front of the wave that carries me across the water.