K. spilled her drink beside an old rug lying on the floor. Eccentric. The house was sold, but we were asleep. Today I stay in, watching my neighbors. She told me it was time to let go, and I watched her crawling down my mouth, over my teeth and down my throat. T. turned suddenly. So probably the idea I had today was totally wrong. It was that touch of narcissism I was not prepared for. Only a draft, in present tense.
Portraying four people during their stay in an generic Berlin air bnb, the line in between the intimate and the public space blurs. In tactile garments, additional body shapes get created which connect just as detach the protagonists from each other and make room for more, even subconscious, body extensions, their constructions and interrelations.
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EUR 22 ︎ USD 27 (plus shipping)
1. Edition of 100
21,7 x 33,5cm
Interleaved loose sheets in PVC sleeve