performance, 2000.

I am hanging from the ceiling on a rope. My legs are covered with honey. The audience is given a flyer with the text "In the next ten minutes you will be able to lick my legs. After that I'll leave a trace." At the end, the assistant pulls me down and drags me across the space toward the exit. Honey on my legs leaves a trace. The sticking trace of my desire is spreading around by people's shoes.