Mediums: Moving Image
The Bride is not 'stripped bare by her bachelors even', but masked. While one bachelor is dozing another follows her in a somnambulist trance. An egg, a cicada, a black cat, snapshot memories of other selves and a hypnotic breeze; the afternoon slips between dream the everyday. Transformation is at once dreamlike, strange and miraculous but also quotidian; held in everyday objects like an egg or a cicada shell..