In the middle of a calm, tawny autumn meadow, the menacing figure of a grotesque hulking man freezes the bone to the marrow. Utterly oblivious of his existence, an unsuspecting young woman in a white dress fails to realise that the silent intruder is closing in on her. Now, with every step, the absurd becomes intertwined with the obscene, intensifying the sense of dread and anxiety. What are the man's intentions?
—Nick Riganas