GREEN CAVIAR

At first, it is only green.

Then you realise there is quite a lot going on.

Beneath the surface, the young sturgeons trace their paths. Small silver bodies, close together, crossing in every direction, each apparently following a plan of its own.

The sturgeon nursery.

No large, heavy fish yet. No caviar. No luxury, no ritual, not a champagne glass in sight.

Just the next generation.

Water, algae, light, shadow — and this surprisingly lively little world in which movement is slowly becoming future.

You could almost believe there is order down here.

Almost.

GREEN CAVIAR shows the beginning of a story whose ending we know rather better.

Before the sturgeon becomes a symbol of preciousness, it is first of all:

small.

hungry.

and in kindergarten with its siblings.