“There is a mystery about rivers that draws us to them, for they rise from hidden places and travel by routes that are not always tomorrow where they might be today,” Olivia Laing wrote in her stunning meditation onafter she walked the River Ouse from source to sea — the River Ouse, in which Virginia Woolf slipped out of the mystery of life, having once observed that
Rivers are the crucible of human civilization, pulsating with, their serpentine paths , and their ceaseless flow .
“Time is a river that sweeps me along, but I am the river,” Borges wrote in his.
But what is a river?
That is what Lithuanian illustrator and storytellercontemplates in ( ) — part prose poem and encyclopedia explore the many things a river is and can be, ecologically and existentially.
The story begins on the banks of a river, with a little girl picking flowers — “every flower has a meaning” — and watching her grandmother sew. What unfolds is framed as the grandmother’s answer to the girl’s question about what a river is:
A river is a thread.
It embroiders our world with beautiful patterns.
It connects people and places, past and present.
It stitches stories together.
The narrative weaves in the comprehensive — geology and history, curious statistics about famous rivers — but fact and feeling remain entwined in the poetic.
A river is a journey.
A bubbling spring, a gap in a glacier, a boggy marsh, a silent lake — a river can begin anywhere.
A river travels to many places: prairies and cities, dense forests and lush meadows, steppes, tundra, mountains, and valleys. It travels through heat and cold. It leaps from dizzying heights, cascading down as a waterfall. It slinks lazily through marshes. Suddenly, it twists, then meanders. It creeps underground. It carves canyons out of mountains, reducing rock to sediment.
We see the river as home, called to imagine how many human lives the Nile touches in a single day along its 4,100-mile meander across Africa or the Danube across the ten countries it traverses in Europe (my own native Bulgaria among them).
We see the river as a habitat for creatures as varied as hippos and herons, dragonflies, and platypi.
We see the river as a meeting place, a muse, a name-source of countries and people, a sensory landscape, and an emissary of deep time.
Myth and fact converge into a more extensive reflection on the ceaseless flow of existence, linking the Ancient Greek mythology of Oceanus — the great river encircling the Earth, from which the word ocean derives — with the ecological reality of Earth’s immense, interconnected, ancient system of water circulating through the atmosphere and pulsating through the biosphere.
ComplementWith Italian artist Alessandro Sanna’s watercolor serenades , revisit poet, painter, and philosopher Etel Adnan on .
Illustrations courtesy of; photographs by Maria Popova