An acrobat but twisting the soul,
Oh, my legs, such foul representation of my fallen animal side,
I catch hold of them, ma démarche, to seize control of where I go,
If only I could twist them, flip myself to the sky, where the purities of my head reside.”

This work is a reinterpretation of the romanesque sculptural symbol of reversal. The lower part of the body is considered animal and vile, figures try to flip their legs to their upper body, the more spiritual part. This dividing logic echoes with our original ecological sin: separating ourselves from the rest of nature. The audience is invited to bring the clay sculptures to the water pounds. Plunging the twisted and knotted figure in water unravels them, dissolves them back into the landscape.