In a landscape defined by not knowing, she’s wearing a dress (not to belong). But with a radical uncoupling of cause and effect, the spectrum is reset. Footsteps on the gravel pierce the stillness of the sleeping body—make it start. It is their function or nonfunction that distinguishes them.

Tennis balls, felt as hollow bodies, signify more than a consolidation of objects. Already a fragment of the world, insert them effortlessly into the existing system of receding orthogonals—a crashing of the party. Today the air that the balls thud through is close and heavy. You are positive it is interested in you.

No attempt should be made to represent the tennis courts. Only the sound of the balls. Their endeavor was not without historical precedent.