Quiet Whispers in the Hallway
Fabric, Crochet, Cotton, Video
190 x 107 cm / 75 x 42 inch
The sound of a tongue in a dried mouth, quiet whispers in the hallway, and the door closes. I could hear the morning newspaper's pages turning; again, and again, and again... squashing. His heavy breathings. The sound of a cellophane wrap being constantly folded. Salty almonds crushing, grinding, crumbling, and then he growled: "Are you coming?"
The sound of vigorous footsteps, and fatigued ones, slowly going in and out of phase. A burst of an engine, and sounds of asphalt grains tightly pressed against each other; again, and again, and again... Slowly halting. I could hear a thin stream of air being forcibly released, silently he mumbled: "Are you going?"