Decay

We decided to go for a walk when Kevin and Sharon returned, so they could see the work without us. We could have left completely and remained strangers with them, but we decided to stay and in the end this made more sense. But when we got back after the walk, they still hadn't returned. So we waited in the bedroom for them, thinking about leaving as soon as they got in. Half an hour later, they returned.

What happened since they came back was further subtle transformations of matter - this time K & S reclaiming their things and their space. The microwave in the Holy Pole had to be switched on in order to reheat some left-over risotto; the traveling bags began to leak their contents around the room and further; some of the mail was opened.

The public viewing of the work was the following evening. We chose to return the work back to how it was when Kevin and Sharon returned. It was a futile and pedantic activity, close but not the same - many molecules were irreversibly out of position.

And now the work will continue to disintegrate and reintegrate itself back into Kevin and Sharon's lives. The objects that we were strange to us and made familiar by us, will revert back to a new kind of subtle other strangeness, slightly altered by our interactions and rearrangements.

So while our presence in the space was ultimately a minimal one, we were not tourists. We did more than merely skim the surface, but buried ourselves into it to find out perhaps, what lies beneath - an activity made possible only by the absence of our hosts.

"Dust Free" by Maggie. It won't be long before the cellophane comes off.