A projection of a garden in Kyoto, Japan; a large table covered with a white cloth, right down to the floor; a piano stool; a music stand; a reel-to-reel tape recorder; some headphones; the performer, playing a slow, melancholy, solo riff on an egg-slicer.

Part soiree, part concert performance and part illicit rendezvous: this piece explores pre-conceived notions of female sexuality (assumed to be: inwardly-directed, narcissistic, self-involved) and deals with these in the absurdist manner that they deserve. A tongue-in-cheek look at 'virtue' and virtuosity', it seeks to establish an irreverent, multifaceted female counterpart to so much male rock-god posturing.