We are remixers. We are thieves.
And then there’s natural selection.
We pick up where the last human has left it.
We are in the business of making it our own.
We are repectable thieves.
A pathologist examines the body of a woman whose own organs demonstrate their confusion and misunderstanding of her suicide.
In this choreographic installation, black industrial materials and a human figure continually transform, though sometimes almost imperceptibly, while they influence one another.
How can movement be turned into a language?