The performance is about transience. Gisela Hochuli rubs two clay bottles together. The resulting sounds range from shrill, squeaky and weird to earthy, muffled and rushing. She lays black sofa cushions in various formations on the floor. She crawls on black paper, which contracts like scaly skin. She pushes black plastic pots back and forth on the table and lets them fall into the void. She clutches a bush of withered mullein and runs around. She spreads a black cloth on the table and moves under the cloth from one end of the table to the other.
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