The expectant room

A half-lit room, a drop-leaf table by the window, drawn sheer curtains, a vase of fresh flowers and on the table a box and a bottle, both decorated with a curly ribbon. It appears to be the room of a hotel, where guests are offered a small gift in an otherwise impersonal setting. Nothing suggests a sense of presence; moreover the precision with which the objects are placed on the table and the lack of personal characteristics in the space only heightens the sense of emptiness and human absence. It’s the awaiting of a person, of movement, of life, of disorder perhaps, anything to break this ceremonious, almost palpable, stiffened atmosphere. While the image is full, it exudes an overwhelming emptiness: Here, time has come to a standstill.


Anthon Fasel


Hristina Tasheva