At one side of the exhibitions room is an arch. Behind it are two windows. Because of their form it reminds on church windows. At the pike of the arch is a swing fixed. The swing rope are fixed with oranges.
I wear a black winter coat, black gloves and black high heels. I have donned the hood.
One foot stands on the swing, the other one stands on the floor. In the left hand I hold an orange. After a while I squash the orange and put this hand in my pocket. As I take the hand out of the pocket, the glove is filled up with golden glitter. Slowly I open the coat and take from it near the breast green flowers made by serviettes.
I take off the coat and stand on the swing. My left hand holds my right breast. I freeze this position.
I take oranges from the swing and eat it, fist slowly, later fast, so that the juice runs over my body. Always I take one onage and offer it to the public, so that after a while one after the other has an orange. I stand next to the swing, squash an orange with the right hand and put the juice into my mouth. I look to the public and scream one time really loud and long. I go away.