Lifeless buildings, black and white, and a line of cypress trees. Are we in the vicinity of a cemetery? We have come from the earth and to the earth we will return. But the soil is dynamic. A final abode, but also a nest – also life. That's what the trees evoke; we are so used to finding them next to this last abode. Are these lifeless houses, where we live like the ones who have died? A neighbourhood and windows instead of graves? Instead of laundry drying in the wind, we have embroidery hanging from coffins?
