Old woman's hands, wrinkles, labyrinthine folds, spots and dark jewels. Devil's face, one-eyed, uncontrolled tongue, agitated. Goat feet, percutating the ground, agile, carrying far. Paula Petreca, movement artist, dance and yoga teacher, develops her performance in the isolation of the pandemic, in a room of her house, made empty of objects to account for her movements and connections with life and with the other, through the only way possible in these dark times, with art and the modern forms of digital interaction. His multiple personas emerge in the solitude of the empty room, in a movement of closeness and empathy with himself and with the spectator.