Bloody Mary / photography and videoperformance

I am breathing. I exhale the air through a straw, placed in a glass, the liquid starts bubbling, just like during an innocent child’s play. I blow until I’m out of breath. The bubbles start pouring outside the edge of the glass, budding, growing, as if they were a live organism. Just like cells, dividing. The red liquid in the glass is my menstrual blood. The performer – Bloody Mary, wearing sequins and make-up is slightly grotesque, somehow elegant and a little bit kitsch, dressed from the waist up. When I was blowing through the straw I smelled a sweet, slightly nauseating scent of blood, the smell of raw meat, something that, despite the sequin costume, linked me to the natural, organic matter. The matter that I tried to ridicule for a moment there, treating it as something light, but perhaps this combination of elegance and lightness with physiology is the most interesting?
The secretion and exhaled air make up for “waste” of sorts – what comes out of a body used, unnecessary. In the photograph, the bubbles inside the glass look just like pomegranate seeds – shining and attractive, like the pit that Persefona condemned herself to Hades with. Bloody Mary is the name of a drink, but this tile also refers to my name – my friends often address me as Mary. “Bloody Mary” also sounds like an pseudonym of a historical figure of the sort of Catherine the Great or Lady Makbet – a woman who will stop at nothing. The film is in the form of a loop, inhale and exhale, the flow cycle lasts forever.