The persona in a white, uncannily human mask, in Beckettian manner rests in solitude in an obscure room that assciates with The Fall by Camus. The character seems absurdly attached to a seemingly meaningless yet ambiguous prop while ceaselessly awaitng through the chance to get out from their cellar. The rythm of a clock gives the regular pace to of all the presented images and emphazises the neverendless of their action.


Video, loop


This site was designed with the
website builder. Create your website today.
Start Now