Continuum begins with structure, the man-made and the natural, both slightly unsettled. It moves between violent water and quiet marsh, between surfaces and what’s hidden underneath. The work holds contradictions without trying to solve them: devotion beside performance, need beside costume, the sacred brushing up against the staged. It also carries the evidence of leaving, decay, absence, the last chair packed before a family disappears from a room for good. Returning to what’s there, until it starts to feel like a whole life.