
About the work
The creak of the shelves, almost a rhythm. The ice skate, too new for this place. A silence held by four people. Her gliding past, another kind of silence. Something just happened. Something that can't be put back.

About the work
The creak of the shelves, almost a rhythm. The ice skate, too new for this place. A silence held by four people. Her gliding past, another kind of silence. Something just happened. Something that can't be put back.