Interwoven narratives that belong not only to me but to my collaborators, to the people who have given or lent me materials and words, are shown as suspended nets that display a certain craft and are themselves interspersed with light reflections. Columns made of used videotape, themselves having hidden narratives, rise from the wreckage of nets. The whole landscape of the space initially appears as if another film title cast in a sea of light accompanied by a very slow metronomic beat and the undertones of the hum of a fan and the rustle of the tape as it moves to the alteration in air movement. However, this is a fanciful interpretation for a site-responsive and site-specific installation that aligns itself to the philosophy of being and dwelling and spaces of the other.
