Installation and performance , May 2025
Produced by RARE
There is a moment when a thought trembles, quietly, not enough to be formed into words. Just a tremor that crosses the room, lingers in suspension, and then disappears. But before it completely vanishes, that thought grazes the surfaces, weaves into the threads, and clings to every fibre. It lingers there, where no one can see it. It blends with matter, with the sand that cascades slowly, pulled by gravity, with the passing shadows. Even when a person is no longer there, even when the gesture dissolves, those thoughts remain.
