I believe there is a maggot inside me eating the end of this mass. Maybe it will last forever I pray for she get hungry. I dream without images with the day when there will be no more space for her here; I search always, in every eruption of this skin, for an sign of exit . I imagine in frequency the movement she makes opening tunnels to emerge from my land. Maggot is an instant from APOPTOSIS THAT IS A VISUAL RESEARCH WHO THINKS OF THE BODY AND THE IMAGE AS MOLDABLE MATERIALS. INITIATED IN LABVERDE, A LABORATORY BETWEEN ART AND SCIENCE IN THE AMAZON, THE PERFORMATIVE STATE OF AORUAURA IS AFFECTED BY PRINCIPLES SUCH AS FUNGAL PROMISCUITY AS A POTENCY OF LIFE CREATION. LEADING HER BODY TO CHOREOGRAPH COMFORT AND DISCOMFORT WHILE CREATING A NEW SKIN FOR A MECHANISM THAT ALLOWS DIFFERENTIATION FOR THE CREATION OF AN ORGANISM. HAVING THE BODY AND CLAY, AS RELATABLE MATERIALS, AORUAURA MIXES WITH THE LANDSCAPE TO REHEARSE A POSSIBLE MOVEMENT OF CELLULAR DEATH. INVESTIGATING THE STATES, STATES HOW RIGIDITY AND FRAGILITY TENSION THE ACTION. INVENTING, FROM THE ATTEMPT, A LIVING BODY. APOPTOSIS IS A BLIND WORK, IT FEEDS ON THE ORDER OF ITSELF. I SUSPECT THAT MY BODY INVOKES THIS GESTURE TO STIMULATE THE GROWTH OF NEW ARMS, WINGS, OR FINALLY EYES.