There’s a version of yourself you’re always trying to hold in place, poised, composed, in control. We move in and out of roles, adapting, adjusting, performing, keeping it together. But the body keeps the score, and sometimes, despite our utmost attempts, it slips.

A study in the fear of the slip, losing composure, total collapse, perpetually on the verge of bringing down the house of cards. Movement artist Sonya Homova embodies this idea of unease through writhing, contorting movement.

A name that breathes infinite light and immeasurable life, it drifts between greeting and mantra, blessing and breath, an utterance that carries the quiet hope of awakening, suspended in the inward gaze of Chinese Buddhist tradition.

The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze.

Lei, the maiden girl of the runway.

She is both the system and its saboteur. The question inside certainty, the pulse beneath order, the fracture in control, unmaking fixed form to rewrite power.

In a city built on noise and motion, she is the space between headlights, the hush before the horn.

Centring on Foucault’s notions of power and the man-made environment, this story draws on themes of surveillance via the broader lens of globalisation.

We spent some time in the studio with LERA on her fly through visit.