KAI – SEIR – HAN
Blood – Female – Regeneration
The Big Cauldron
The impoverished sunset light cuts them in line.
There are eight girls. They stand in formation.
Frozen in a pose that makes them look like porcelain dolls army. They line up in a large courtyard, perfect, square plan. They are facing a wall full of small squares of wood. The place has a Spartan austerity. Only a few bowls and large canvases of cloth can be noticed in that sober space. Only them, without adornment, no more objects. The position is firm and the hands are joined as if to formulate a prayer. From their lips escapes a vibrant sound like a mantra. A little black dress as a ceremonial cloth pants falls in front of their legs. From it, as if a paradox of nature is involved, looks out a phallic erect rod that breaks its exquisite vertical line.