The four cloths create a space, layers curl and merge into each other. The portraits from the archive reference to the cloths, taking the advantage of speaking for themselves. All of the elements are intertwined and separated. They have to whisper the time they once were in; and create a space for you right now. Eyes, mouths and nostrils are looking at you, at each other,  nowhere. They are emerging from the insides of the cloths. Everyday objects suggesting an autonomy, however so alive once touched. Organizing a group, a block, an army …  anonymous dancers, fighters and walkers. Hand-woven body casts erecting the heads of their wearers. The humble cloths, an agreement between two:  the body of a maker and the other kind of a body.