A. Laurel Lawrence

"as the blood falls, i ask who it belongs to; is it mine, as it seeps from my body, or yours?"

a queer fantasia; a murmured prayer; two bodies entangled beyond language beyond gender become dirt become holy become meat become love

In the last gentle breaths of bacchanale, two lovers are told the tale of the great god Pan’s violent pursuit of the forest nymph Syrinx. The film refracts the myth through layers of song, identity, and performance: at once a ballet, a trans fantasia, and an exploration of love and power.

"as the blood falls, i ask who it belongs to; is it mine, as it seeps from my body, or yours?"

"as the blood falls, i ask who it belongs to; is it mine, as it seeps from my body, or yours?"

a queer fantasia; a murmured prayer; two bodies entangled beyond language beyond gender become dirt become holy become meat become love

In the last gentle breaths of bacchanale, two lovers are told the tale of the great god Pan’s violent pursuit of the forest nymph Syrinx. The film refracts the myth through layers of song, identity, and performance: at once a ballet, a trans fantasia, and an exploration of love and power.

In the last gentle breaths of bacchanale, two lovers are told the tale of the great god Pan’s violent pursuit of the forest nymph Syrinx. The film refracts the myth through layers of song, identity, and performance: at once a ballet, a trans fantasia, and an exploration of love and power.