as below is as above
Here is the documentation of a "happening" in a deserted house in the Scottish Highlands. The house is filled with absence of those gone before , traces of a life lived, as nature begins to reclaim, birds nest in lampshades and sparrows wings hit the window panes as they are disturbed by the human presence. Honey pools upstairs, forming a whirl pool, finding it's path through to the room down stairs, the thud of the honey hitting the floor is a disturbing sound, as is its emergence from the ceiling, for the duration of the piece we watch in a kind of disgusted awe. Aware of both the absurdity of the spectacle we are witnessing and of the ideas it raises.
