I explore loneliness as a pervasive state of everyday life. The protagonist repeats familiar domestic actions in solitude; a smudged window glass becomes a metaphor for a clouded connection to the world, and cleaning the window is an attempt to regain transparency.
The project investigates the state of solitude. The entire work is filmed within a real, inhabited space. The house here is a co-creator of the condition. The kitchen is a zone of automated, infinitely repeating labor; the window is the boundary with the external world; the corner of the room is a place for maximum introspection. The viewer reads the solitude not through faces or words, but through the space itself.
The only light in the studio is natural light, entering the space through the windows. Through the unwashed glass, it filters in diffused.
The sound is also natural; only the noises of the actions within the frame are present: water, dishes, footsteps, a cloth on glass. There is no music or speech—there is no one to talk to, and in an empty house, the usual sounds become loud. Thus, the sound transforms into an independent portrait of solitude.