About the work

She imagined it arriving on a flatbed, wrapped carefully in plastic, a gesture of whimsy for the grand opening. This car, too small even for its own country's narrow streets, now a bright, improbable punctuation mark against the gleaming tiles of Doha. Perhaps it was a gift for a child who already had everything, then repurposed for a publicity shot. It probably started its day outside, gathering dust from the endless construction, before being pushed by four men into this pristine, temporary home. How many tiny scratches did it collect on its journey from the truck to its current spot, scratches only visible when the dust has settled?