A housewife always busy with housework, what do you do when you’re not working? She rests, you might say, but nevertheless the sense of loneliness that comes over her in those moments fully shows the frustration and alienation of her life, where the most important thing is to clean the floor or prepare the dinner, the roast. She makes herself a coffee, lights a cigarette and looks out of the window at whatever takes her away in her imagination. So I wanted to capture with simplicity a sense of poetic sadness, moments of reflection or the feeling of nothingness that pervades. A cigarette, a window and a soul and my need to fix all this in this sequence of works.