A body stands alone in a makeshift bedroom littered with remants of the person they used to be. Staring into the mirror, facing the demons lurking just beyond their reach, a single trickle of blood snakes down their chin. Attempting to rid themselves of the filth (or the truth), they quickly wipe the blood away—but it will not stop. 🥀

Witnessing the seemingly endless cycle of bleed and bandage, the audience quickly become voyeurs in a hidden world of both anatomical and psychological turmoil, watching as the the blood becomes captor in an age-old battle of repression and inevitable transformation. 🌹

Presented as part of the Prague Quadrennial 2019.
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