Robyn Leipoldt

'I laugh out loud, then I cry, then I eat chips.

 

A rhythm.

 

The clock strikes nowhere. A place, where I can find peace in the things in front of me. A silhouette of a thread long gone and forgotten. Invisible. A black surface, deafening silence, an all absorbing nothing.

 

Skinning beans.

 

Asparagus, purple and liquid. Ten liters of acoustics to fill the space. Resignation is a race against time. Alone I am standing at the counter.

 

Seven courses of solitude.

 

A big contrast of time before kitchens were able to crack the codes of self. Me, my and I.