Alone, the visitor sits on a low stool in a tiny room, in front of a television, wearing headphones. The screen is dark, a man and a woman chat about their plans for the evening. A flash gun burst on the screen reveals a man, standing alone in an empty room: no windows, no doors. Silence and darkness again.
Rock music roars in. And out. Then a real flash, hugely bright in the tiny room from behind the visitor, casting their shadow onto the wall, leaving a vivid after image on the retina. The woman murmurs, another man alone in the room onscreen, another real flash. And so it unfolds.
A work about the interior and moods that slip away.
