I am interested in boundaries that function both as separation and as the possibility of union: what can be entered, and what cannot.
We live in a society where we are often both perpetrator and victim at the same time.
Within this tension, whistleblowing becomes a crucial gesture.
It is an act of drawing a line and an act of dissolving one, stepping out of complicity, but also out of belonging.

After you blow the whistle, you are no longer fully inside the old community, and you are rarely welcomed into a new one.
You enter a kind of no man’s land, where forgiveness does not guarantee redemption.
You are suspended between returning to the systems that imprison you, or accepting a form of exile that is easily mistaken for freedom.

My performance begins from this unstable space. I think about death as the ultimate control mechanism, utilized by religion, politics and medicine.Honesty is a way to resist these controls.I used to imagine myself as a flawless mirror, a weapon of reflection; now I understand the mirror as cracked, soot-stained, fragmented, contaminated with residues. Rather than striving to repair it, I choose to live with its distortions and to reflect within the fragmentations. No longer a weapon but an instrument. 

Through this performance, I invite you into this threshold space:
to hold my hands,
hold them as if you are holding the last line,
hold them as if you are holding someone’s heart,
hold the fragile boundary like the thin wall of a vessel,
until the distinction between interior and exterior starts to blur.

The act of whistleblowing is not only exposure;
it is an attempt to remake the terms of connection,
to redefine what has been defined.