Booby-trapped Heaven 2006  

She stands looking onto the city. The lights fade away. She can only see the reflection of her face against the windowpane. Outside, it’s all darkness.

The screen in the plane becomes her only link to the world at that moment. She watches the image of a little plane crawling on the screen, forming lines and dots as it moves from one city to another, cities without name.

As the plane begins to descend, she looks around in all directions. What she sees is a space stretching forever, shapeless. There is no landscape here, no features, no skyline, no colour. She remains standing for hours, days, years, unable to move.

Project & Personal text – Amal Kenawyp
Heaven of a booby-trapped home
Video-photography (2005)
4 min - Pal

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