A durational offering for the eclipse. Transforming an object, through unraveling. A tool of oppression, a rope, into a magical soft and beautiful abeit wildly uncontrollable material. From the overhead camera I am surprised to see what looks like an eye of a dragon... with myself, my head as the pupil. Once you see it, in can not be unseen. This 4 hour performance originating from a simple task, was magical and transformative for me, and viewed in Rome and India simultaneously. You can see the eclipse occurring in the many tiny shadows of the sun on the ground beneath me. The concept stemmed from the myth of Medusa, who as the story goes, was raped by Poseidon in Athenas temple. Cast out and cursed for her crime along with her two sisters, the Gorgons, she was turned by Athenas rage from healer to hideous beast. She had writhing snakes for hair. She turned men into stone with her gaze. When Perseus cut off her head in a "heroic" act, out from her neck springs her fully formed child: Pegasus. The most mystical magical being you can imagine, a white winged horse! When Pegasus paws the ground with his hoof, a spring of inspiration bubbles forth from the ground. Poets came from all corners of the earth to drink from this spring and Pegasus became the pet of the Muses. So even after rape, betrayal, a hideous curse, even after her murder, Medusas love produces a magical offspring of creative inspiration. The transformation of trauma was at the heart of this laborious performative act. The eclipse was conjunct the stars in the constellation of Pegasus. And, the Qigong form part the wild horses mane, came through while I was performing this work. So grateful to my teachers: Andrea Goodman for the telling and re-telling of the myth of Pegasus, for Brea Fisher for teaching me the Taiiji form "part the wild horses mane", and for Marta Jovanović who prompted me to make this piece and witnesses with such patience, wisdom and encouragement.