Sat in the lobby – waiting – or connected to life-giving machines unable to move, eyes rove restlessly, seeking purchase on anything to distract from the boredom. Incidental moments and objects are interrogated for weight, substance, texture and structure. In the tedium of sitting and waiting, eyes wander and then rest unfocused on nothing in particular; distracted by a moment of light and colour seeping into the consciousness, without specific identity or form. But then the looming weight of machines and furniture thrusts itself into focus, demanding our attention, a presence that cannot be avoided, a figure emerging from the mind-numbing void of routine boredom.
