Eded somehow embodies the sensation that all paths begun are, in fact, completed before starting, they lack any middle, the journey itself. Within this space is a crisis point of always ending. This nihilistic stalemate gives you a strange sensation of time running in all directions, you meet yourself coming back the way you came to go. Everything is inevitable as you Google images of your grandchildren before even meeting their grandmother. Eded sets the end in stone, it arrests the end as a thick, immense wall, rippling with heat.
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Exhibitions/Shows/Projects
- Invisible Salon (Jan 2018)
- Séance (Dec 2017)
- Chelsea Podcast (in production)
- Game Show (Oct 2017)
- Edinburgh Fringe (Aug 17)
- Self-Censorship as Personality (May 2017)
- Conversing with [Margaret] (Jun 2017-ongoing)
- Chelsea Cabaret (May 2017)
- Language Game[s] (Apr 2017)
- Play (Feb 2017)
- PARC instagram takeover (Feb 2017)
- Counter-practices (Nov 2016)
- Apparitions (Sep 2015)
- Pop Up Fuck Off (Mar 2015)
- Koekje (Nov 2014)
- Articles of Evidence (Aug 2014)