with an original score composed by Bobby Previte

Queen A. is sitting on a drill ground crafting a weblike pattern from white cotton thread, when the needle pricks her index finger. The blood that sparkles from the tiny wound is soaked up by the lace lying on her English knees, except one droplet, that gets inhaled by a Chinese breeze from heaven. When the exhale occurs the droplet descends into the center of a wild carrot flower in North America. Since then the drill ground has been spinning.
Messengers arrive and suggest a change in direction, but Queen A. is not listening. She is busy burning snowflakes, she cuts out of thin, white paper.

Music: Bobby Previte
Thank you to Miles and Max Goldfarb, Wong Fai and Louis L.