In a large, semi-finished warehouse with exposed concrete and unfinished wooden beams, a small and crinkled old woman is spotted crouching in one corner. Seen from a high-angle shot, she is surrounded by bizarre and grotesque statues, grotesque in their mismatched anatomy and gangly limbs. Floor-to-ceiling windows let in a sharp, cold light that harshly illuminates the unnatural figures while leaving the rest of the warehouse in subdued shadow. The vast unfilled space of the warehouse creates an isolated aura around the woman; she’s the only living figure in a forest of fearful monstrosities. Flickering, spattered light casts dancing, long shadows that form a horrifying pattern across the faded, dusty ground. The framing focuses on the woman, tiny against the oversized statues and the cavernous warehouse, as if depicting her as a victim of her own creations.