A monitor plays a looped video of the artist breathing under black sequin fabric. The verticality of the monitor, the undulation of breath, and liveliness of the light reflections are countered by the stillness of the static camera cropping the torso, the prone body, and the tesselated fabric that suggests an ancient burial suit. Life and death are in a tension, a neither/nor. The one is in the other.
The monitor is elevated on a dirty white pedestal along with a blown-out motorcycle engine still dripping with oil, motorcyce boots, gloves, a hip-size stone, and a profusion of apricot branches. The installation suggests a memorial, whether to a romance, a birth, or a death, at the same time as it celebrates the ephemeral beauty of form, and a culture-nature synergy.