The body of Radmila disappears under the forms of projected light, skilfully following the conductive lines to better deconstruct them and reconstruct again.
She becomes barely recognizable, the colors participate in the whole, to evoke gears, zig-zags, curves and flames.
It turns out nudity is not a problem for me. It’s one of those things you think about later and say, ‘Yeah, I could do this for a living.’ Winter Ave Zoli
A Clockwork Orange
