I made this little world the other day. I’d spent months projecting myself into screen images of aquascapes and “jarrariums,” like you are now. Beautiful and distant, I imagined the delicate plants would melt in my hands or under my gaze, if I ever got too close. They still might. But as it now sits on the window sill, I’ve learned there is something in the passing glance - something different from capture and durational contemplation. I don’t know if I would call it pleasure; it’s some kind of release.

from Jessica Ruffin