My Body, a Snail Shell

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Two women between cacti and twitching fish. While one never stops talking, snails seal the other woman's mouth. MY BODY A SNAIL SHELL tells of the involuntary retreat into one's own body, of the desire to be heard and the experience of losing oneself further and further in one's shell until silence becomes an attribution: as emptiness, as consent, as insignificance. A visual essay about speechlessness, external attribution, and the struggle to free oneself from one's own retreat.