Funkhaus Open Studios, Berlin
In a room of 4mt x 4mt, white sheets are moving with the air.
In the middle of the room lay two monitors, surrounded by bed sheets. They screen a video about my mother’s hands washing first the same bed white sheets, which are hanged and then hang them. They are filmed as a closed up, the skin of the hands, the water and the white fabric seem two marble sculptures.
Behind the washing there are photos of the sea to see.
The audience hears the sound of the Water, my female voice singing and the noise of the countryside.
The public let himself be carried by the sound and it is possible to look at the photos only by going through the laundry being touched by it.