An interior sequence where colour, light, objects, and a room begin to behave like characters. A yellow room, apparently. Sometimes that is enough trouble.
Artist note
An exercise in anti-romanticism. A mirror, a camera, a cat.
I couldn’t go outside, so I turned the room into the only world I had. The mirror made it look larger, but it only made me feel smaller.
No myth, no beauty — just a body in a yellow box, staring back at itself while the cat passed through, completely indifferent.
