THERE IS A SPIDER ON MY HEAD

audiovisual performance on metal shavings and broken mirrors / ~ 3 x 8 m / 2025

There is a spider on my head. I tamed the primal fear, and now I'm in love with its eight hairy legs. I take on its traits, its behaviours. I spin like it does.

Eight legs. I only have two. So I invite others into emotional transgressions. I give permission for what no one would allow themselves on their own. We divide seven years of bad luck by shared catharsis.

In the discomfort of metal shavings and shattered mirror fragments, I spin a totem of fears and liberations.