Ink Bath

“Ink Bath” 2017, performance. 

This performance is a metaphor of being washed by the passage of time. As the performance starts, I walk under the hidden dripping cloth. The black ink drips on to my body rhythmically, leaving long black traces on my skin, symbolizing that I was once pure and bare, but time carves into me as every second passes by. The wind machine drys up the ink, but the black marks remain. I slowly move and dance until the cloth no long drips. I leave the scene knowing that was the end of my time.