I have never excisted, yet I have a body I am not here, yet you feel me, heavily. Like a scent that stays in the nostrils. I am a fluid, transcending in every step. I walk backwards, always one step ahead. I transform, I am what you want me to…

Sad Dancer is an ancient soul. In this life she was born in a family without memories. She dances slowly in circles searching for a language, a voice, a belonging. Evoking lost memories and longings. The strange boy with wrinkles in his face. The man who can not die, can…