…from his Clouds

A void, a word ….

and this intermediate space.

That resonance that crosses time and space, paper and stone,  voice and thread. That call which does not wane, and waives silent. A cold that reveals and expands itself behind each word.
Thread by thread, beam by beam, to unmask the identity of each of your  hidden gestures.


Video projection  4’20”. Installation Camberwell College of Arts



Light box and altered book pages.