Photos: Monika Pudlis
For this performance, the audience does not know where exactly I am. I choose the small room at the end of the corridor. I cut the electricity and close the door. The room is pitch black. I stand in one of the room’s corners; a set of empty glass bottles next to me.
Whenever somebody is about to enter the room, I start to scream at the top of my lungs. If the person continues to come closer I smash a bottle in front of their feet to keep them at a distance. I continue until I reach my physical limits and lose my voice.
Video: Monika Pudlis