Small Things comes from the same interest in the ordinary time between events, but here this time becomes playful and intimate. The works show a woman alone at home, absorbed in simple actions that are not performed for anyone else. There is no drama in this solitude. It is quiet, relaxed, and self-contained.

The videos are shown on tiny screens embedded in black velvet, pillow-like objects. Their scale turns familiar rooms and actions into something close to a dollhouse replica of reality. Looking at them feels slightly secretive, almost like peeking into a private room. The scenes are ordinary, but the act of watching them makes them feel charged: tender, joyful, and slightly erotic.