A woman walks slowly, hands outheld, cupping something fragile which we cannot see. She walks carefully, arms outstretched along the shoreline, intent on protecting that which she holds, tenderly, focused, concentrated – something of value that is cared for, yet seems to slip, drip, from between her fingers.

The boundaries of the scene are like the cage of the patriarchal society’s culture, dividing the woman into two parts with nature. The woman is constantly wandering in the cage, sometimes breaking through the barriers and running towards the water, becoming one with it and sometimes retreating.