Bubble Joy. Ruth Huimerind
Tiny bubbles are foam. They can surround you in a bath or amuse you in a champagne glass. Pleasure and beauty. But a giant bubble is akin to a fleeting glimpse of spacetime in its delicacy and transience. Or, depending on the material, it’s like a cocoon that could envelop and shield you (perhaps on the next planet).
The world inside the bubble is spherical. The outside world is the same, just larger. Separating and yet linking the two worlds is an incredibly thin layer of matter, almost nothing, which serves as a bridge between them – a unifying force for both.
This nothingness has a remarkable ability to alter light and colours, revealing their hidden essence and unseen qualities, reflecting one within the other and vice versa, thereby reshaping reality for the mesmerised observer. Upending everything, jesting and deceiving, frolicking and enticing.
For centuries, bubbles have captivated physicists, poets, and philosophers alike.
In the study of bubbles, man-made systems collide – optics, physics, chemistry – striving to explain the marvel. It’s akin to Alice’s wonderland, another dimension altogether. Reality undergoes metamorphosis, space contorts and twists, creating fisheye effect, where the scene expands and contracts. A bubble acts like a prism, dispersing rays into a spectrum of colours. For a fleeting moment it resembles a mirrored world, nothingness, mirage, hallucination, an ever-changing flamboyant realm beyond, a miracle for some and interference for others.
And when the bubble bursts, the two worlds merge, as if nothing has happened.
That instant between the formation and disappearance of the bubble leaves Ruth in awe, compelling her to pursue the beauty and create marvels, endeavouring to capture the miracle and wonder that the bubble embodies.
Anneliis Aunapuu
