In the middle of a room lined with white lace, Fornieles walked on a treadmill from dawn until dusk. In the adjacent room stood a rocking horse, gently swaying in time to the woman’s steps. A red cord ran from Fornieles' mouth to that of the horse via a hole in the wall. Language and walking became a silent duet: a journey to nowhere. The sound of breathing moved across both rooms as if a gust of wind were caught in the building - as if the building itself was breathing. The interior space became an imagined landscape while the repetitive physical action of walking with her eyes closed took the woman on a different journey. Each figure remained constrained to their platform, and what could have been the solitary experience of the walk instead became a performance, as so often occurs in the treadmill's natural habitat of the gym. The machine, the woman and the horse comprised a kinetic sequence, uniting all parts. Where the movement began was, by the end, no longer distinguishable.