I wanted to show how a hungry public and arts establishment ( more hungrier than ever) were pushing, willing the artists to do more, and reveal more. With the intimacy that was established during the lockdown, there was a nasty element of selling your intimate details for the crowd to feed upon. There is always an element of industry that wants an artist to burn so brightly that they consume themselves. This sells! Sells the old idea of the suffering artist and voyeuristic public. The swan song. The dance of the red shoes. But with the rise of social media, there is a real push to sell your suffering, sell your personality, in the name of sharing is caring. But who is there after the curtain call?