It's a bit like those fireplaces that can be seen on television screens on the walls of restaurants sometimes.
I'm standing in her basement annex art studio, listening to the sound of water falling from the sky like it is never going to stop. It's coming from four giant loudspeakers, one in each corner of the room.
"It's just rain. I like rain", she says, before I can ask anything.
falling leaves
the scent of wet dog
in the hallway