I’m positionned against the wall, with arms outstretched inside a glass and metal structure specifically tailored to match the dimensions of my body. The shape of the structure is a replica of iron grids often placed around trees for protection, but it creates the impression of a cage for a prisoner. The French term for these tree guards is «corset d’arbre,» alluding to the corset as a «prison» for a woman’s body. I rise on tiptoes to «draw» at the highest point I can reach with obsessive movements. The conclusion of the performance is determined by the numbness in my hands, which make me lose the ability to hold the pencils.