Let the objects hang out alone.
When they move, they are becoming, but only something else.
Objects are moved, and a person is always becoming in the various ways they might be described.
The Objects are described in the way they move, while the moves tend to depend on a notion of describing, the idea of being with any one thing enough to say one might understand. Their existing is simply describing, catching hold of something else in order to be understood.
There is a way into things; there is a way into things that appoints them a sturdiness when they move because they are certain they will stay in the same form once they arrive somewhere new. And the uncertainty of an object creates a move too, albeit one that can’t be used outside of its own loop of signification, its own circle of continued meaning.
The objects will be placed in the space and stay there for three days. At the end of the three days, the artist will perform.