You Bowed to Yourself in the Mirror

A journey along a virtual beach echoing the meanderings of Proteus and the consciousness of the rhythmical evolution of the inter-tidal zone. Intersecting metaphors growing from the creative and technical practice of working in virtual reality. “Stephen closed his eyes to hear his boots crush crackling wrack and shells. You are walking through it howsomever. A very short space of time through very short times of space.” (Ulysses, James Joyce) Shown as part of the Yoolysees Exhibition curated by Lucy Brennan Shiel.