This is a drum solo for an hour with fourteen drums.
Each drum stands for a wound. They hang from bondage ropes.
Maybe a metaphor for fate, or for how things keep pulling at you. I try to imagine being the killer. It’s weird. But also more honest than pushing him away as just a monster. Maybe I’ll learn something from it.
Hit me baby one more time #3 is part of Hit Me Baby, a series of performances about violence, guilt, play and complicity. I keep putting myself in situations where harm can happen. Drums tied to my body. Blood on my sticks. Confetti instead of wounds. Sometimes the audience helps carry the load. Sometimes they use the whip. It’s never clear who’s responsible. Maybe that’s the point. I want to see how far it can go. And if it changes anything at all.
