The artist created a sculpture within the space by limiting his body and the surrounding environment. What formed was a landscape where “right angles” were carefully pursued and maintained.
As the artist’s physical stability waned, the sculpture/landscape became increasingly uncontrollable: transitioning from stillness to trembling, and ultimately to collapse, from silence to rapid gasps, and finally to the sound of heels striking the ground.
The term “right angle” was repeated in varying rhythms, interspersed with several collapses, forming a poem that embodied both tenderness and pain.