There is the house.
You know it from the outside.
You sometimes hear a sound, but not much.
Someone counting to ten. Clattering. Snoring.
You don’t learn much from walking around it.
You are curious.
Who lives there?
If you could sneak inside one day.
Perhaps the door will be ajar.
How quietly can you sneak?
How quickly can you crawl out?
Do you collect sounds?
An earful from every room?
Did you hear me?
Guess where I am!
Can you hear me snoring? Can you hear me humming?
Can you see my knees? The end of my nose?
I can be anywhere.
I know this house. I am this house.
I creep as slowly as a chair, even quieter than your thoughts.
Are you looking for me, can you find me?
I was the mother, you were the child.
Or was it the other way round?
Inne Goris invites the audience to a house. With headphones on, you explore every room. Who lives there? What do they do? What are they waiting for?
House has several faces. Sorrow and peace of mind, youthful magic and robust closeness seem continually to meet in a single image. Inne Goris creates a world that is intended to subdue all commotion, to obscure and freeze everything.Maarten Luyten on Cutting Edge