This space calls for a consideration of the floor. The floor is this evidence of surface, an evidence of presence. A base, a foundation on which things fall. The floor breathes and sweats. It is a living surface that feeds on our disorders to keep itself in balance. 

    Here, the surface is liquid. The fluid floods the space with a mirrored veil, making the ground disappear into a hollow silence. The installation tells of the poetry of the solid waters that lie beneath the earth. In our homes, these fluids gush from our furniture. The sinks hold back its flow and contain its overflow. 

    The silent waters sleep in the bed of these magnanimous lakes, guardians of a world that boils under the earth. Like the groundwater, these tanks are basins of sedimentary deposits where neglected particles of memories lie abandoned by the restlessness of the surface.