"...There is lightness of being in the Casual Mechanism. A chance encounter of two voices in two different places on the globe. An encounter, which paradoxically was a part of the work routine, at the end
of which identities are swapped for an unknown. Belatedly she asks the three questions of him, because he is the anonymous man who received an impersonal call by mistake, in a shared flat, in the absence
of another person. A place, a name, a religion form the necessary matrix of identity. A triangle of a label and cultural context/tradition.
The simplicity of this work is thus fed by a complex matrix of obvious signs. It has an economy and lack of pathos. The visual force of darkness, lights and water forges a poetry similar to haiku..."