Images composed of statics and movement. Something is standing firmly in the landscape (a pylon, a traffic sign, a house et cetera), something else moves, races, clatters, marches through this landscape. There is twittering and squeaking and quacking and cuckooing and slurping on the soundtrack. Colours, moods and seasons change and return. Dust is raised and settles. A delicately orchestrated mechanism of passing and returning.

Esther Buss