015 // Video
[The camera turns on to a wide-shot of Irene's room. In the background, a blur of limbs, hair, and fabric dashes back and forth across the field of view, singing tuneless snatches of some song. The shape bolts towards the camera and is resolved - a little girl, about six, with a wild tangle of brown hair and a reckless grin. She's barefoot, but managed to rig a swath of a gauzy white sheet into a sort of haphazard dress. She puts her nose right up to the camera, her hazel eyes comically wide.]
Rebecca.
[She holds up, in her right hand, an obviously hand-drawn paper doll of a woman with blonde hair. She then lifts her left hand and reveals another, this time a man in a crudely drawn suit]
Thomas.
[Her whisper is loud and intent, with a hint of a Jersey accent]
They're in love.
[She holds the figures up together and makes quiet wordless sounds, indicating their conversation. Then, suddenly, she smashes them together, cackles, and spins off across the room, singing loudly.]
This room is pretty! I like it!
[She makes a running dash for the bed and leaps onto it, lying in a puddle of bedclothes and giggling child. She lifts her arms and legs up into the air and wiggles her toes and fingers, as if taking pleasure in the fact that they're all there. She rolls over, draws a blanket over the top of her head, and roars like a lion. Laughing, she lets the blanket fall over her head until all that's visible is a quivering lump of blankets]
Rebecca.
[She holds up, in her right hand, an obviously hand-drawn paper doll of a woman with blonde hair. She then lifts her left hand and reveals another, this time a man in a crudely drawn suit]
Thomas.
[Her whisper is loud and intent, with a hint of a Jersey accent]
They're in love.
[She holds the figures up together and makes quiet wordless sounds, indicating their conversation. Then, suddenly, she smashes them together, cackles, and spins off across the room, singing loudly.]
This room is pretty! I like it!
[She makes a running dash for the bed and leaps onto it, lying in a puddle of bedclothes and giggling child. She lifts her arms and legs up into the air and wiggles her toes and fingers, as if taking pleasure in the fact that they're all there. She rolls over, draws a blanket over the top of her head, and roars like a lion. Laughing, she lets the blanket fall over her head until all that's visible is a quivering lump of blankets]