As Well, 2014
reading/ site specific text for Galerie Pavilon, Prague
A very narrow space with a tall ceiling (3x3x5 metres), the door is closed. I sit on a ledge atop of the single light source, 4 metres above the audience. In a hyperbole, the breathing of the audience causes water to rise within the room.
(breathing out, spoken quickly)
You cling onto your skin, your clothes cling onto you, the water rises, oh oh oh, bend down, breathe into it again, it ripples and rises at the same time, it can do both, ripple and rise at the same time, your clothes cling onto you, now a bigger part of them clings onto you, the whole length of your trousers and even your skirts and stockings and it starts to feel a bit...
Perhaps it is your breathing after all.