Behind closed doors, seated between a white wall and a white table, a woman with no face embodies a serie of threatening sound figures, as many distressing voices that inhabit her. Penetrated by creatures inhabiting tales collective imagination, she becomes the playground and the battlefield of feminine entities fighting over a same territory. Her body, never exposed entirely, is deconstructed, dismantled in a primary and insatiable bestiary, threatening its own sovereignty.
Is she a witch ? A spider-woman, a goddess, a she-wolf or a carnivorous plant ? And will they triumph over the woman they colonised ?
The Magma Chamber is a discourse without words, a cry without voice, that tells us the violences and the ambivalences contained in the archetypes structuring female identity.