Two rather young women. The voice between their thin lips sounds incredibly low. Their seemingly fragile, passive bodies gasp with intensity. They do not offer services but serve. Serve paradox, transformation and power. They are self-regulating, self-regenerating. Concrete and figurative. In life-size. They surprise and are surprised. They whisper roars. They play with domesticated forms - crawling, skipping - making the bushes go upside down.