Production

Women’s wardrobes hide dirty clothes; secret stories hidden for years and years, sometimes for the entire life. Oceans of tears, women that never cry; they have been told to be quiet. These secret stories are our personal ones, set not as precious stones in a crown, but as black gravel under the soul’s skin. The Wild Woman digs them, throws them in the air, runs away with them, and reveals them.

(loosely based on Clarissa Pinkola Estés “Donne che corrono coi lupi“)