untitled, came about in the form of a dream and then was uncannily reproduced exactly as it first appeared.

untitled is a loop of undecipherability, always and again at the edge of sense-making but never just so–playful and threatening, exhilarating and absurd, duration, tempo and rhythm are part of an ever continuous now where memory (the scene takes place in a beach where childhood summers were spent) and anticipation (as a body runs towards the water and the viewer is in suspended anticipation) are part of a transient present.