Sarah Yona Zweig

A woman caught between animus and anima struggles for her Self, which seems in the process of dissolution. The horror of the Self to be without any self-image is at the same time the almost mystical desire for a kind of self-perception before of self-conscience. DUST to DUST traces the stages of a self-dissolution or a metamorphosis, the falling apart and rejection of all images.

Grey house facades roll by like monstrous walls. Numerous identical windows, creating lines of lights as they pass by steadily. The bike courier Michel pushes through crowded streets of a dystopian city of the future. On behalf of the monopoly Clinair, he delivers oxygen tanks that are now necessary.

A woman caught between animus and anima struggles for her Self, which seems in the process of dissolution. The horror of the Self to be without any self-image is at the same time the almost mystical desire for a kind of self-perception before of self-conscience. DUST to DUST traces the stages of a self-dissolution or a metamorphosis, the falling apart and rejection of all images.

A woman caught between animus and anima struggles for her Self, which seems in the process of dissolution. The horror of the Self to be without any self-image is at the same time the almost mystical desire for a kind of self-perception before of self-conscience. DUST to DUST traces the stages of a self-dissolution or a metamorphosis, the falling apart and rejection of all images.

Grey house facades roll by like monstrous walls. Numerous identical windows, creating lines of lights as they pass by steadily. The bike courier Michel pushes through crowded streets of a dystopian city of the future. On behalf of the monopoly Clinair, he delivers oxygen tanks that are now necessary.