The ancient Greeks divided the night into four sections; the lost section before morning was called the fourth watch. In these hours before dawn, an endless succession of rooms is inhabited by silent film figures occupying flickering space in a mid century house made of printed tin. Their presence is at once inevitable and uncanny. A boy turns his head in dread, a woman's eyes look askance, a sleepwalker reaches into a cabinet Which dissolves with her touch, and hands write letters behind disappearing windows. The rooms reveal themselves and till with impossible, shadowed light. It is not clear who is watching and who is trespassing in this nocturnal drama of lost souls.
