Stage four exhibits the aftermath of my performances. The room is now covered in blood (paint) to portray the death of my creativity in a very literal sense. Everything has been torn off the walls and now lays on the floor in heaps, showcasing my hatred for my work and how I don't care what happens to it. The plastic sheeting became very effective at this stage as the space was now less accessible due to the paint covering the floor but viewers could still see inside through the 'walls' and their view is now distorted by the paint splatters.