Blood and Wine․ A vessel of passion, pain, and joyous moments. The bull, as a symbol of strength, transforms into a bottle filled to the brim. Inside, there is no wine. Within lies a scream, blood, everything that can no longer fit. It is pierced by arrows, struck, and comments of others.
This is the moment when form breaks under the weight of content.
Jazz plays. Wine spills. Blood drips.
