Adrienn Horváth
600 minute
The serenity of the noisy rest stretches out for a moment in front of the water, the movement is interrupted. A story circled with light - it can be the beginning or the end of the day, it is different for everyone. The plant that looks kitschy at home simply blends in with the rest. It is a stranger by us. Maybe if we would pick it we would feel like we cannot preserve these days. When we look with our festive gaze, we see the hidden reality. But this is the visitor’s eye. The native lives in its own reality, only observing its changes. Everyone wants to tell a story. We listen to it with our eyes. Then an unexpected detail creeps in, the story breaks, it changes - we became a part of it. (extract of the poem)
