Hedda Roman
Wet Closet
Feb 25th – Apr 23rd, 2023
Salzburger Kunstverein, Salzburg

Sky breaking, clouds falling, Hesitant rain. The musty smell of wet clothes Permeates the air. Mold begins to form, The color is night.
Pathos and Dataplasma intertwine, Laplace's fiend lurks around. Draconian claws crackling on foil.
Duotone moonlight smoothing A pale reflection of his grin. His twisted eyes are flaunting tears Of secrets kept and spoken wis.
Shades unfold, His being spills over his will. Determinism stands in the rain. As the light expands through the slit, The closet creeks.
Next morn, a desert: The hanging cloth dries In the solar gaze. The closet is closed from within. We laugh together, Two flies on a score.