d r o p s documents a creative meditation on the afterimage of family violence.
Domestic harmony is often sought and staged in the kitchen, but potential dangers loom over this intimate space. A metaphor for unresolved conflict, the leaking faucet produces sonic residue of household tension, making the dread of hurried silence more palpable.
Not unlike the second hand of a wall clock, water droplets with their steady ticking sound suggest a certain pace of time. And yet, beating down on the same spot over and over for nothing, they paint not a visual movement of linear progression but a temporality in which both fight and flight are made impossible and only freeze prevails.
More than muscles are strained, for longer than the number of hours a clock can ever count.