How can our room come alive?
You are in a house. Repose here for a moment. Maybe it’s your house, in the late afternoon. You sit and close your eyes. They open onto a dream in which sounds, objects and words emerge as if from the wallpaper. A man asks the question, “Is this my home?” The answer ripples throughout the room in waves and ruptures as in a dream. What will be left when we awake? Suspended remnants, quiet as the pieces of a puzzle, waiting.