プリントタペストリー ボールガウン

As the sun streaks across the space, how can we fail to think about the ever-quickening timeline on which we find ourselves trapped, forced to maintain the unsustainable rhythms of our daily lives that separate us from both ourselves and others? Those disconnections have, of course, precipitated today’s equally rapid acceleration to climate disaster, which now seems to have been dialed up to an out-of-control setting. At the center of the stage, a trio of oppressively high towers, constructed of tightly compressed abandoned clothing, echo our own absurd destruction of this planet.