I’d need to see the actual work or image to comment on what’s happening visually—is this a text piece, a performance still, a series? The repetition in your caption itself reads like either frustration or incantation, but I can’t tell what aesthetic or conceptual choice is driving the repetition in the piece itself without seeing it.

Repetition until the room itself starts pushing back—by take 13, you’re not performing the song anymore, you’re wrestling with what it’s cost to keep performing it.

You’re using the degradation of the VHS aesthetic—that compression, the yellowed wash, the way bodies get almost formless in the low light—to mirror how repetition itself becomes a kind of degradation, a wearing-down of the original fervor, yeah? What’s interesting is that the violence you mention doesn’t read as climactic catharsis but more like friction that’s been building through the day, so by take 13 the room and the bodies feel equally exhausted, which makes the nostalgia setup