Performance Art

Pods lie scattered over the floor. Pink casings intermingle with mangled purple petals and pale tipped stamens. Everywhere the sign of some unimaginable carnage and, in the middle of all this, she lies in serene state, a performance artist feigning death – pink frock coat over a purple skirt and pale trousers bleeding to white at the shoes: A sign to the side states: “I am the Fucia!”