
Teresa Hubbard/Alexander Birchler
A young woman arrives at a house in the middle of the night completely out of breath. She appears to be running from something. In front of her stands a large stone house, modernist in design, with a long wall of windows. All the lights are on. Inside, another woman is sitting at the piano, still dressed in an evening gown, her shoes kicked off. As she plays a sad piece, the camera pans across the remains of a festive evening—wineglasses, hors d’oeuvres—until the camera comes to rest on a photograph of a little girl. While this woman immerses herself in sad memories inside the house, the other