A table. Just a table. A worn tablecloth draped over it, caught in some strange current. The cloth glows, changes, flickers. Underneath, shifting shadows of objects that don’t exist: cabinets, tiled floors, something metallic reflecting light. Around the table, the floor moves. Not literally, but the projection makes it seem that way, lapping at chair legs like a tide. High above, a woman twirls, submerged, her shadow curling against the ceiling. The room hums with color. 28mm lens. f/3.2. ISO 1000. 1/40s. Film grain thick and uneven, like it’s been dragged through water.
