There is a limited amount of pain one can endure and after that you start to forget.
It is but long before the pain becomes your mother. Desolation is your mother.
Pain and desolation compose your house.
You must unravel who you are, and why you live before you can retrieve your way home.
Veuve Noire recaptures the canon of fatal women.
Women who got injured a long the way,
and instead of scars kept nursing the wounds
deep inside of them.
When does a woman turns radical,
and instead of passing on life, starts passing on death?
Performer on stage: Nadia van Vuuren
concept/text: Nadia van Vuuren