"White suits,
all alienated from the pressure of identity. Talking about someone, but unable to point to the person through the fog and the mist on the window display. Causing Nomad to be more visible than the coarse landscape behind the fog.
I enter a world, rough and intimate. Space transformed by the border of a dripping canvas, creating a rainbow lake on the hard brown tiles. One dances, enjoying the rain. One dances, safe on dry land.
Clusters of happenings, a world within a world within a world. Trying to catch the space and the universe.
All this, within those four walls that have captured the traces of other constructed realities."

-Lianne Rueb