A breeze. A sensual stroke. A diffident smile. Disappearance and return. Movement, connected through cut, accompanied by washing machine noise. Close up. Long shot. Medium shot. Extreme close up. Camera angles, connected through washing machine noise, accompanied by movement. Creak. Rumbling. Clatter. Rattling. Washing machine noise, connected through movement, accompanied by cut. All together portray a washing act. Camera, always head-on, allows only frontal view, resembling a porthole. Recurring movements remind of tumbled laundry. Washing machine noise remains washing machine noise. There are no clothes, but only a woman moving. Is she being washed? Her memories, constantly fading away? Or scenes performed solely in her head, drifting towards improbable and impossible? Or the remains of irreversible parting? And if she is being washed, wherewith? Time?
Someone’s gaze on us can change our day or our life. in a fragment of a second, we can decide whether this gaze is hostile or frindely, awkward or pleasing or decisive? But what if the gaze lasts for more than a few seconds? what if we cannot escape it? or, after a while, if we want it for ever?
A 8hour 8minute and 8seconds long audio visual excursion by Swedish artist and filmmaker Anders Weberg. 
Music video for Michael Fakesch's track "On the floor".
The abstraction of sexual interaction, Traces is a piece of pornography
