A chapel, holy but hollow, a skeleton stripped of all meanings of serenity and joy. A cold marriage, an uncertain walk down the aisle. A forced walk towards fear.
The pavilion is made of cold steel rods and partially covered with wedding veil fabrics.
A space that projects the feelings of a forced bride in space and time while walking down the pavilion’s aisle.
The pavilion is made of cold steel rods and partially covered with wedding veil fabrics.
A space that projects the feelings of a forced bride in space and time while walking down the pavilion’s aisle.
