A landscape, a land of foam – slow foam. It lies, hangs, and bulks. Slooow! What was once an angular space is now bubbled up, drowning in soft shapes. Stable form is nowhere to be found. With each piece of foam that NOON sprays into a bulky being, the room thickens, time mutates. The befoamedness of space will undoubtedly influence the way you move through it as a human being. And how one encounters the other and then between the foam forms, forgets.
From April 21 until the end of the month, in And now the beginning is somewhere else, their foamy work is finished down to the spherical tips.