Hôtel Artemis

No guns. No cops. No killing the other patients.

Portrait of Katerina in a hotel room by the sea. Her sunglasses reflect her body and Maria’ s camera in the mirror, thus revealing, albeit in a fragment, the relational principle of their cinema and of their double self-portraits. A constellation of stars crosses her skin. Everything is as blue as the sea and the universe. In this metamorphic alchemy, microcosm and macrocosm intertwine.