Back to Wellhead

In my hometown, where the city mets the forest, people meet themselves in an almost ritually circumstance. The wellheads at the edge of the city offer to community the opportunity to relive this sacred gesture of going towards the water. Each source has its messengers, people who speak of its qualities, sometimes proven in laboratory tests. Carried home in large plastic containers, offer those who live in apartment buildings a natural purification. The water gains a particular meaning which goes above and beyond its simple material existence. Coming from the mountains, it is always there for people; it flows and waits to be drunk. As common as it seems for the ones that go there regularly, as strange it looks for the unfamiliar eye. Together with the sources, the water devotees became part of the peripheral scenery of the city. Lucian Bran