A nightmare vision of kindergarten, take trip through the rooms of your sub-conscious. Remember making paper houses at primary school. Sell your house and then discover you've bought it. Buy a golden ticket to your Self at a travel agency.

The performance follows in the muddy footsteps of Fluxus art. Like a magic show without the tricks, I open boxes, cans, make houses. Many of the props are pieces of the Self, packaged up as consumer items. The performance has a childlike, if disturbing, quality.