When we're little we dream of becoming many things. Dreams however have their own logic.

This piece is grounded in reality as much as it's a dream. It's made out of images of femininty – some architypal, dream-like, even hollow, some horrifyingly real. When the dream of becoming a woman materializes it bleeds. The character through whom we see the piece dreams of becoming a woman but cannot quite tell what is a woman – a ballerina? a nymph? a Pina Bauch dancer? or a certain sum of organs?

The lyrics that open the piece are by the transgender artist Anohni. The text that follows it, sung and written by Zohar wagner, unfolds a chilling story of amputaion, cancer, loss of femininity, and a parlayzing male gaze. 

The piece examines through both of them how far we would go becoming women. How much a woman really exist and how much we as women - transgender or cisgender, queer people, create it everyday and at what cost.

"One is not born a woman but becomes one" Simone De Beauvoir.