A drum solo, but with confetti. Sometimes rose petals. No one wanted to book the blood version, so now I do it like this. Same questions, different material. It’s still about responsibility, about who throws and who gets hit. About how something can look light but is actually just an explosion. I like that contrast. You laugh and at the same time you think: what’s actually going on here?
Hit me baby one more time #2 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.
