One way to test your convictions is to use them against yourself.  Just a little self-sabotage, and the chance to let your politics be violated by your desires.

Nio is immediately lovable.  Bright, sweet, and falling just shy of cherubic, on account of her derangement.  Dreamy yet precise.  Her play is as colourful – and as dark – as her artwork, if not more so.  Here she treads with care and surrender, falling occasionally and blissfully into disintegration.  A kinky astral traveller.

She offers an inquiry into how we might allow ourselves to truly engage with our fears, to do what scares us.  And to stop whimpering, and smile.