When the drape became a couch عندما أصبح الغطاء كنبة
The installation centers on a freestanding sculpture of a shrouded sofa: a hollow shell of white drapery, solidified in place. Devoid of its internal structure, this "skin" stands as a silent witness to a nearby screen.
“The news is a ghost in the sockets. The screen a vigil of anxious habit. Dust still sits on the velvet couch. I left, and the TV is still on.” - (Extract)
“The news is a ghost in the sockets. The screen a vigil of anxious habit. Dust still sits on the velvet couch. I left, and the TV is still on.” - (Extract)
