2013 was what you might call a seam-splitting year for Michael Alan. Artistically, he produced some of his most consummate work to date, garnering a steady stream of high-praising press from all corners of the media hemisphere. His health, by contrast, took a wrong turn and kept driving.
A woman is center stage in a room full of onlookers, twisting and contorting slowly on her knees as a gold bottle pours slippery liquid over her bare body. She collects a handful of marbles from the floor and showers herself in them.