About the work

The dust on the chaise lounge is the dust of an unfinished thought. It settled there during weeks of absence, a fine grey membrane over the velvet, yet remains, undisturbed, in the sudden burst of lunchtime activity. Someone chose to leave it there, or perhaps no one chose anything, and the lounge simply ended up in this cafeteria as an afterthought, an item awaiting removal. This dust is not from a home, not from a factory, but from the quiet demolition and construction of an idea – a space remade, yet still holding the ghosts of its previous forms. It suggests that even in newness, we carry the sedimentation of what came before, a residue not easily swept away. What does it mean to eat amidst such stillness, such accumulated history, however accidental? Perhaps it reminds us that all our bright, clean spaces are built atop, and sometimes still contain, the debris of transitions.