Though there were four to five dancers in the previous Rite of Spring, the spirit of that piece was actually a solo performance. Besides self reflection, some could see power and domination, while others could see norms and freedom, some saw elements of Hitchcock, and some might even see George Orwell's “1984”. These feedbacks might become the context by which I'd develop the solo version of this dance piece.

Existence is reassured in disappearance. Life is reassured in death. A cruel ritual, a combat between the flesh and the will, being worn out and exhausted in the course of time.