out there orbiting around

The spectator’s first impression on entering the room was to look for the art work, as it was not immediately clear where it was. The eye alighted on a small table at the end or at a side of the room, depending upon the installation. On the table was a tiny loom. Then perhaps you noticed scattered at your feet that the whole space was strewn with small balls of hair. Only then perhaps did you notice something brushing against your cheek or, worse, in your mouth: hundreds of the most delicate strands of hair, each knotted to make a length, which hung from ceiling to floor, catching the light.

Mona Hatoum, Recollection, 1995