Dust to Dust / Staub zu Staub

Floating between heaven and earth, someone has here spent much time making dust. The table has prolonged legs, as do the chair, both are unstable, but also intricating. What happens, when the ground is no longer secure, when we move to an inbetween state?

We face an ocean of grey dust, a Sisyphuswork left unfinished. Dust cover the table, but why? This

neverending work opens up possibilities, a way of giving value to things small and precious, questioning how we spend our time.