mary s. is a short story of three women: working in a museum Mary, her mother who controls her, and Mary Stuart, with which people take the photos. It’s a thing about infiltration, femininity and interdependence.
… one exists thanks to another, they exclude and complete each other, cause this relation exists regardless of the age and the circumstances… it swells or shrink even if the space stays undisturbed…
Someone has asked me what I would do after the history of art studies: sitting in a museum and looking after an exibition? So today I am sitting and keeping my eye on and because it is just the dress of Mary Stuart…