Within times of dystopia, when we’re forced into those which the technical lingo call quarantine and social isolation, we’re confronted with loneliness, with ourselves and our bodies enclosed in a space; locked.
We forcefully begin to try and look away to wherever we can, an escape point that for now can only be from the outside towards the within.

From the small space we’re now confined to – more or less luxurious shelter, house walls weakly connected to the outside world, to the space even more inward bound which is ourselves, our body, our person, our capacity to be and to resist.

This is a manifesto of the women in quarantine, the body in quarantine; a body that’s whole or in parts. It’s a message regarding love towards the body and its acceptance.