In India everything is recycled. In the country of tea-drinkers this is the story of a humble Kettleā€™s journey to a good kitchen from a shop. After serving the first owner the kettle is abandoned, claimed, abandoned again and reclaimed. At intervals illusionary depth of the painting is destroyed by the silhouetted shadow of a hand blocking the videoed image of the kettle to confirm the flatness of the canvas and establish the installation as only an artefact before the loop begins again its 25 frames-a-second spell of movement and depth.


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