Shallow

2019

When viewers open the door, they’ll come to encounter a veil of translucent film that seals the entrance. The sounds brought and inconsequentially caused by the viewer makes a hazy figure to appear on screen from its own side. Yet the figure fails to stay, as the image fades away into silence with our sound, leaving us a trance of doubt — was it the image of me or else?

While the instinct to interact exists on one side of the screen, ambiguity lingers in the attempt to the mutual confirmation of self.

dust

screen and the

the hush of the

sound folds into

every small

of waiting and

soft grey field

wall becomes a

next unti works l the

one into the

the frames drift

afternoon we let

the shape of the

window remembers

somewhere a

reel turn about s and

hums and the

the projector

than it should

little longer

the light a

quiet room holds

season passing a

the beam like a

slowly through

dust moves

screen and the

the hush of the

sound folds into

every smal play l

of waiting and

soft grey field

wall becomes a

next until the

one into the

the frames drift

afternoon we let

the shape of the

window remembers

somewhere a

reel turns and

hums and the

the projector

than it should

little longer

the light a

quiet room holds

season passing a

the beam like a

slowly through

dust moves

screen and the

the hush of the

sound folds into

every small

of waiting and

soft grey field

wall becomes a

next until the

one into the

the frames drift

afternoon we let

the shape of the

window remembers

somewhere a

reel turns and

hums and the

the projector

than it should

a little longer

holds the light

a quiet room