I always visited a corner of the forest, where he, Baphomet, was waiting for me. But one day, he disappeared (just as many statues disappear out of nowhere). After feeling his absence, I saw a hidden path behind it. I followed it to a ruin, which looked like a house, where I sensed the presence of a witch. That was when *he* saw her: Mary! Her sacred heart, surrounded by thorns, burned, pierced by a sword. I asked if I could leave a candle, and I was given permission. When I lit one candle, I realized that two more were missing, which added to that one made three.

video poem made for my dear Mary 🌹⚔️ ❤️

Video Performance 𝓕𝓊𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓎.

Months ago my fish passed away, I wanted to talk about her death, as it was valid just like all the others, it required a finalization ritual, necessary to perpetuate the closure of her life cycle. I then built her tombstone, wrote her name in red blood and gave her hollow, amphibious body as an offering to the water mother. Another death marked.

𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝑒!

𝒩𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓋𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝒹, 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃, 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒𝒹.

May 13, 2023. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

Burial of the third Mary at the woods. Third Mary was part of the group of 3 Mary's. Today one shines in the sky, while the other two move in the water.

Performance, text, soundtrack and editing: Raiana Moraes
Filming and assistance: João Fujioka