There is a place where worlds collide. And the boundary between these two worlds is the washing machine. It cleans and renews and sculpts here. It erupts and foams, and daily, drains away. It’s a repeating cycle; wet, agitate, clean and dry.
Driven by the lunar cycle and the Gulf Stream, fluctuated by the North Atlantic Oscillation, the washing machine is our portal to an archaic past. It’s where we were once, and where we came from.