Sonic drops are falling from my old tap. They fall on the sink and evaporate on the ceramic. Their constant action map my insomnia with black icons. I see them every morning; pictures of a microcosm that is feeding itself… Now that it stopped raining, I will bring back its beat by replacing the humidity of its drops with a never ending loop.
. sink (china)
. mold
. cap / twiter
. audio track (63’,37”)