“An artist should stay for long periods of time at waterfalls”, so says Marina Abramović, but we’re not artists and we’re not walking through walls. We are gushing though. Suddenly silent, then laughing, snapping photographs, oohing and aaaahing, maneuvering our bodies to best angles to see the splashing, gurgling water. Safe, avoiding the slippery rocks. We’re close to the spray, feeling its coolness, smiling. We’re happy. Is happiness the effect of the waterfall?
