Loosely based on the Book of Judith, the story set in an art gallery, shows a fictitious encounter of an enigmatic performer and a passerby art connoisseur. 

H. is a sophisticated and sensitive art lover.  He enters the gallery certain of the experiences that may befall him. Seeing the half naked woman (Judy) and a video portrait of a horse, he quickly assumes it being a performance, and gets dragged into the deadly game of interpretation. He renders Judy a work of art and objectifies her as such; he doesn’t try to be a part of the performance, but rather stays within his limits of a passive observant, a visitor, a judge, constantly decoding and analysing what is happening around him. The art slowly bores him as he realises that nothing spectacular is to occur. He reaches for the exit door only to find them locked. From then on all meaning becomes inept, roles become fetishes, trophies and works of art in their own right. H.’s head will be passed endlessly on the looped video from screen to screen, gallery to gallery. 

Working with a group of actors, the artist rehearses and recreates a fictional (im)possibility. By blurring the border between artwork and its representation this piece becomes an inconclusive impression on the subject of art, interpretation and spectatorship.