The elusive shape of a human figure embedded in the folds of a curtain is as uncomfortable as it is alluring.
Why is there something here where there should be
Why is there nothing here where there should be
There could be someone or something hiding inside. To what extent do we know the things that surround us? The eerie movement of my bedroom curtains at night or the outline of a dark figure looming in the corner are things that both disturb and excite me.
The subtle breath of a performer, human or not,
evokes a sense of unease.
The hidden agency of the curtain remain a mysterious yet intimate and domestic object.