everything’s already happened
I'm transpiring in, it means I sink deep into something, becoming invisible.
I move between recording a certain retrospective process, the remains of it, alienation, isolation. I continue the concept of incubation, tears, organic and somewhat anthropomorphic forms. Nothing new is born for its duration, it even goes back, runs away, returns to the matrix, looks for a controlled, closed environment.
still video projection on mattress foam