This is an improvisation in the abandoned space that was blown open by big storm. Improvisations like these are usually not for public viewing. It's backwards.
This woman, along with a couple of others, has shown up before. She's not comfortable. Not uncomfortable, but not comfortable. There is no one direction to move, no where that seems right to look. No part of her body that holds her with care or tenderness. Claps echo in her chest and hurt.
There is a deep, inside part, gnawing like a crab crawling to get out. She has such a great need to put a lid on it and leave.
Pretty honest stuff if you ask me. Let it rip. Be the birth of something new , that’s what like about it