IN EXHIBITION, JOANNA HOGG’S ACCOUNT of a marriage between two middle-aged artists, a woman named D and a man named H live in a house partitioned by walls that look like Rothko paintings. In this austere, idiosyncratic place, the two of them make art. H’s studio is a white room with a slit of a window that seems to be upstairs; D’s is an airier, red room, closer to ground level, with a long built-in desk sandwiched between a floor-to-ceiling window and a sliding door. H works on the computer. D works with her body. Throughout the film, she experiments with a pose that involves placing her hands on the seat of a stool, arching her back, tying garments around herself, and pulling on them to press her torso out of shape.
