Heliotropic Eyes theatre-box a.k.a. „Homunculus Me“: Miniature homes (as ovals on tables) placed on a stage. Computer screens inside, most of them switched on. People nesting, and matraces normally used as theatre seats can now also be used for hanging out, sleeping, eating, etc. Like making oneself comfortable in an inappropriate place, where you can be seen by everyone, as you are on stage!, and also most importantly a miniature Naomi is waling contemporary woes for long hours (and more), and if you're listening and watching you're performing too (that's part of the idea) - like please don't get too involved!

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Zoomed in an oval (either one of them)... You are right inside the Heliotropic Eye, second-space (M.I.), which is supposed to feel like you're out on the street again. Now an inverted and differently scaled situation, as if the black keys turn into the white keys, or as if a collage is being cut out, but the leftovers (scattered onto the floor) could make another good or even better collage? What decadence within all this buttery silk (not trash), and also imagine other moths dying in the heat of the lightbulb, don't try to stop them. Like straightly looking into the sun creates an everlasting reflection on your eye ball too many ornaments create just one big not perfectly round shape - a metaphorically blown up bulky item. Like every item represents one psychedelic moment in time and we're wading trough lots of them...?