Houses, plants and even the sky are what is set to dry. And it's all caught just with tweezers! We are fragile and temporary. It doesn’t matter to die, nothing ends with us, nothing starts either! Clothes change on a clothesline that ends up changing itself too....
“Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day. The housewife wears herself out marking time: she makes nothing, simply perpetuates the present...
The cushion and bathrobe sunbathing...
Dialectical landscape with natural thesis and constructive antithesis and the synthesis of the clothesline that combines the two ones before. Thesis, antithesis and synthesis crossed by the wind that doesn’t rhymes with time. If I were wind I would like this landscape: It is plenty of...