Red Lines White Lines Fine Lines

Through three stages of her psyche, where a white room turns red and becomes a forest that turns into an ocean, and through poetry written in the darkest years of her life, a young woman paints an intimate and desperate picture of her destructive thought patterns and tendency to harm herself. But as blood flows and walls are broken and bodies are bound, there is also room for reflection on why she still considers buying a razor blade when in the supermarket and always has a bottle of spirits within reach. Because can you even make art and be creative if you are not suffering?