Ola I ka wai, in Hawaiian, can be translated as water is life. All life forms on Hawaii island rely on a spade of gushing water. With the spring meanders, it identifies the space, nurturing culture and practicing liberty. However, the original Hawaiian water system is infected, invaded, and even erased by another artificial liquid with the practice of systematic colonization. Water is confined within cement walls, rejected outside the asphalt skin, and regulated in plastic pipes. With the inseparable, ongoing violence of urbanism and militarism, a new petro-based Hawaii was debuting recklessly with a greedy black glowing. Batteries, soldiers transported from petrol-engine, road networks, electricity, carpet, printing machine, tables and chairs, countless, omnipresent. By looking through the eye of this hydrocarbon mixture, we can reveal this invisible hand, its direct and further impact, and ruminate on our attitude toward climate, conservation, and justice.
