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The protagonist wrestles with three lifelike hands merged with their formless clay head, slowly ripping each hand off to reveal the layers below. Bright green and orange coloured paint oozes out, revealing eye and mouth-like orifices. Reminiscent of B movie horror films where limbs are cut open and blood pours out, here the glossy coloured liquid imbues this slapstick action with more ambiguity, and the performance is more deadpan. There is an abject quality to the interior of the clay head spewing forth, and blurring the boundary of the body that then spills out. The ASMR sounds of the puckering of the clay, and dripping of the paint, add to the sensory experience of the material narrative.