In the stranglehold of ivy

A key provides access to a house jutting out of a green thicket. The only inhabitant of this non-place is a ghostly presence. She wanders through the corridors, appears in poses and sometimes suddenly disappears. The figure seems trapped in this labyrinth surrounded by rampant nature. With a penetrating gaze, she raises questions about her meaning. For the obvious stranglehold of nature not only grips the impenetrable architecture, but also the embodiment of this ghostly figure.