A weathered, transparent briefcase holds a mass of flowers which, after a couple of days of decay, begin to breakdown in the hothouse of the casing and elevate the temperature and condensation of the interior. There is a temperature sensor inside the briefcase which at a certain point is switched when the heat is peaking, in turn controlling a large projection of hands which after hovering in space and waiting "come alive" as a result of the flowers demise/transubstantiation.

Like Racine's Phaedra, the hyperbolic and mounting passion of the scenario is heightened by the austerity and confinement of it's structure...