We are skating on very thin ice (2010)
Enter an empty space. Step through fluctuating gaps between displaced bodies, overlapping voices and objects that emerge from nothing.
We play cricket in limbo and juggle soccer balls by ourselves.
We are fragments of narrow passageways, the breath of red wine seeps through the lights of our eyes.
We are precariously jumping from world to underworld.
We are surrendering to the heat of the edge.
We are expert chess players. We've forgotten all the rules.
It's bright here.
Director: Clare Grant
Enter an empty space. Step through fluctuating gaps between displaced bodies, overlapping voices and objects that emerge from nothing.
We play cricket in limbo and juggle soccer balls by ourselves.
We are fragments of narrow passageways, the breath of red wine seeps through the lights of our eyes.
We are precariously jumping from world to underworld.
We are surrendering to the heat of the edge.
We are expert chess players. We've forgotten all the rules.
It's bright here.
Director: Clare Grant
