crashed by jessica shaw from uk

CRASHED

A magnificent chandelier has fallen. Crystals scattered across the tiled floor. Some elements have survived, a twisted branch, a cluster, part of the central structure.

The tiles are those found in the entrance hall of a Schloss; huge, black and white, formal; a chequer board on which past times have played. There is a hush, the moment after a disaster.

Each crystal is back-lit by fibre optics laid into the tile.