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A full day of improvisation, stillness, aggression, softness, silence, and noise. We explored how both women and animals are dominated, observed, adored, restrained, tamed. Who decides when we’re too much or not enough?
At Leo’s farm, I moved and un-moved. I spat, scratched, danced, stared back. I felt everything: fury, ecstasy, confusion, and an odd kind of peace. I’ve been asked questions I didn’t have answers to. This was not about conclusion but about tension. A blurry, fleshy, feminist ritual wrapped in mud, hay, and too many flies.