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Miriam King / 110 min

A white wall.
The wall has two irregular shaped holes from which a pair of arms, long, slender arms, at times just one arm, reach out into the space.
Like detached antennas, these seeking, searching arms reach, twist and turn, relax and retreat.
One hand retreats and emerges holding/offering a jar of runny honey.
This honey pours and slowly slithers on the vulnerable flesh.
The arms gleam and glide over and across each other.
Brave and curious audience members tentatively reach and touch the sticky fingers tips. It appears impossible that there could be a complete body inside this wall.
Who is she? How did she get in there? Why is she there? Can she ever get out again?
Are the arms offering? Beseeching? Directing? Or just being?

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