MARQUISETTES 1992, 16х28, pencil, cardboard
Under the vaulted ceiling, the echo responds to the measured tap of high heels. Steps are getting closer. The portieres in the oval hall suddenly swing open, a guard emerges from behind the columns. Each warrior-woman holds a staff-candelabrum, with which they strike the antique parquet. The swings of the triangles pulled from their heads and the lights of the candles are skillfully extinguished together. Midnight.