Reflections suspended from the black edges of a phantom structure.
A mirror doubled with yellow. Unobstructed views of this architecture that slips away into infinity, only to endlessly reconstruct itself through the chance movements of slowness that rest implies. All planes slide and combine, revealing the softness of the walls, between a sky of mimosas and painted (feigned) strings that hold up appearances.
The delicacy of the oscillating panels collides with the sharper angles of a necessarily silent hotel room.
