“And yet his sister was playing so beautifully. Her face was turned to the side, her gaze folowed the score intently and sadly. Gregor crept still a little further and kept his head close against the floor in order to be able to catch her gaze if possible. Was he an aimal that music so seized him? For him it was as if the way to the unknown nourishment was revealing itself to him.” FRANZ KAFKA, Complete Stories The Methamorpshosis, New York Shocken Books NYC (1971), p. 65
Site-specific solo on isolation within the digital era
Germany, 2016
ISABELLA ARBOLEDA TOVAR 