Phillipson’s summons and riposte is given vital form through representations of the most livid and enriched substance, menstrual blood, rising up against leadership circle-jerks, over-groomed toupees, environmental catastrophes, weeping vortexes, seared orang-utans, animal-fat banknotes, and advancing supermoons, pizzas and drones. WHAT’S THE DAMAGE layers multiple digital and physical primal, intergalactic scenes, until, maybe, the whole world is dyed the same potent hue, even the sky.