Reverse The Weight That Nailed Us To The Ground

Reality shifts, reality flickers, life takes hold. The sun rises in the west, the clock ticks backwards, time beats slowly on. footsteps in the shadows. the endless journey of the stateless, the faceless. Endless wandering, torturous resistance, against the tides, against the tides, the power of the powerless

ant colony projected in dust

television in CAO

sound work; reverse the weight that nailed us to the ground.

smashed iphone, headphones, muzzle on radiator

the writing on the wall: Dunqirke Refugee Camp December 2016

poem

deep time / possible musics/ the ghost tapes of the lido / DEEP LISTENING / strong currents / hostile architecture urloveiscurrency, / LungA / Holes / reverse the weight that nailed us to the ground / Toxic Natura

deep time / possible musics/ the ghost tapes of the lido / DEEP LISTENING / strong currents / hostile architecture
urloveiscurrency, / LungA / Holes / reverse the weight that nailed us to the ground / Toxic Natura