If I do not live my truth, I only write it — reducing humanity to poetry, and poetry to a common sense of morality. If my own life is not perceived as a moral sacrifice, then maybe this is only poetry — not real life.

And if Georges Bataille and Sarah Kane got together to play chess and decided to rewrite the history of art or humanity: what would it look like? A tragic-erotic amusement park, full of gonorrhea, animals transformed into humans, moralities put on trial… the impossible made possible, and the dead brought back to life.

The court declared a death sentence for the sake of love. The museum declared a sentence of eternity for the sake of art. And a funeral — half funeral, half cooking class — declared the sentence of returning to life, for the sake of dying.

The universe of Xana Novais continues the exploration of the body as canvas and object, using training and discipline to transcend performativity. This second part of How to Kill stands against the idea that it is possible to die — in fact, it questions whether even death itself can be reversible.

A cult of artists who gather, who train, who fight, in an intense pursuit of the exhumation of the past.