International Airport Plastic

Posted 04.04.10

A place of transition, where souls drift and uncertain futures await. A place without time or country. A place of flickering neon and shining floors, of plastic and announcements and waiting. It seems to be a film about nothing, and yet there is life inside it. Upon repeat viewing people become recognizable, their actions like a performance by actors, trapped inside a repeating loop. The choreography, the ebb and flow of humanity, while accidental, appears rehearsed to perfection.