2020
My Room's Skin
2:08 min
My rug is my room, my room’s skin.
My rug is a landscape, a summary of my room’s inhabitants.
It ties together the colors and peels that float around in the surrounding space. It absorbs and gathers them to create a new geography my room’s skin.
My rug is like a boat floating on the floor of my house.
A peel out of many peels, lying still and pretending to be lifeless. It is alive, it has become my friend, my host, my everything. My room’s skin is my second skin.
My rug is alive.
It wanders from place to place, discovering different corners of my house. Spreading its vividness wherever it goes.
My room’s skin is a fragment of my house
I am captured in the skin of my room, my rug.
My rug is a landscape, a summary of my room’s inhabitants.
It ties together the colors and peels that float around in the surrounding space. It absorbs and gathers them to create a new geography my room’s skin.
My rug is like a boat floating on the floor of my house.
A peel out of many peels, lying still and pretending to be lifeless. It is alive, it has become my friend, my host, my everything. My room’s skin is my second skin.
My rug is alive.
It wanders from place to place, discovering different corners of my house. Spreading its vividness wherever it goes.
My room’s skin is a fragment of my house
I am captured in the skin of my room, my rug.