Video installation, metal, weave; wool and linen yarn.
How do you stay in a room when you keep forgetting what it was like? When there are no walls all you are left with are the physical presences within the space that can trick you back into a memory. It doesn’t matter where you enter. Sounds that are trying to get in touch with you, making the physical dissipate. As you start hearing things you find yourself staring at a defeated sandcastle. A symposium of furious shouts and automatic clamour. The noise isn’t linear, and it makes you move to another memory or throws you right back into the present. Follow the tiny bubbles in the water.
Are you hearing what you see?