A domestic scene, but already abstracted. The pool opens as a soft, curved basin, while the sinks arrive as polished intrusions – repeated, aligned, detached from any clear use.

It's the scandal of a construct: of a space that feels designed rather than lived. The tiled grid suggests order, planning, a controlled environment. Yet the elements do not quite integrate. The sinks hover at the edge, neither entering nor remaining outside. It reveals itself as a (merely) image.

Medium
Watercolor on paper
Watercolor on paper 
Size: 36 x 48 cm

See also
Iteration: Ballard's empty swimming pools.