During a lunch break, a hoover robot is spinning around in a tavern. Dancing funny it gains sympathy and affection which finally provides a hand full of cake crumbs for it.

There is a strange kind of relationship growing between an mechanically acting person and a robot, which almost seems to be alive. It's getting hard to make a distinction between impulse and automatic behavior. Banality is being romanticized. Borders vanish.  

©  2016 / Teresa Fellinger und Evalie Wagner