咒弦
I’ve been rageful
I balance the weight of wood between my thighs and on my shoulder.
On the left, joy
On the right, pain.
With my exhale, I speak his curse, your blessing recites my inhale.
This harp is a gallows
These strings are for strangling.
An experimental performance from a depraved he-witch who uses harps as his conduit for magical manipulation.
Through improvised music and spell poetry the he-witch casts a suite of curses and blessings at his whim, fluctuating between punishing and healing those he deems worthy.