"Performance-installation work spanning a room inhabited by the body of a faded star.
The figure of Elvis—mythical, familiar, endlessly echoed in reproductions—becomes a self-portrait.
At the same time, this portrait gazes back at itself, duplicated and weary.
Several Elvises share the stage. Deceptive reflections of a single image.
When the doors open and light pours in, the star rises and performs despite it all—worn out, yet radiant.
An imitation of an imitation of an imitation, like a record played to exhaustion, exposing the gap between the icon and the man, between the sparkle and the fracture, between the desire to appear—and the need to disappear."

"You want to feel good, safe, loved. But nothing you do seems to work. You’re failing. Reality is failing. Everything is shit. You feel like shit. You fight the shit- and just end up feeling even shittier.
Wait. Listen to me. Let me help. Stop fighting. Stop hoping things will get better. They won’t.
Love the shit. Be the shit. You are shit. I am shit. Everything is shit.
Got it? Great. Now we can begin. **Bullshit** is a performance-theater piece centered around the ancient archetype of the *trickster*—a figure driven by selfish impulses, sowing chaos, and challenging the way things are “supposed to be.” Through this character, the work asks: What does it mean to be human? To be an animal? That is human?"

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