Taking the ceiling as an upper limit set by regulation, it’s height in this work is not of great height at all. Instead an almost uncomfortable level.
When approaching false ceiling, the reaction may become one of uncertainty, not knowing where to place yourself within the space. It sits unnaturally low for a ceiling. It fills a room, leaving two options, to duck under it or edge around it. Feelings of suffocation, a stifling . The blackness removing the light, the oil like plastic
stealing the air.
The ceiling is dictated to us, it’s level unknown. At which point and by whom is the level set at? Perhaps at a point which creates unease. Attainable, non permanent in structure, breakable, false.