Ruth George's, a once-revered "menstrual artis", work — crafted from her own blood — catapulted her to cult fame. But just as she’s dragged back into the spotlight, her body begins to stage a quiet, sticky rebellion into a raw, absurd, and disturbingly relatable reckoning with art, womanhood, and the sheer chaos of being human.
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Nothing on the record yet. The first take opens the floor.