“What you can imagine you can relate, that’s all. Shame really, that that’s all. Shame. I wanted it to be something more, or else, you know, like a letter. Like those letters. Such a shame. I stroked it and it withered and died. So said the bloody seventies folk revival. That said, the beard is an improvement on your ugly earnest face. I can relate to that, that’s why I underwent failed laser treatment to remove all the hair from my face. I think I’d happily remove all the hair from my body and live like a drying fruit for the rest of my days, over-ripening plum. We can only hope that the need for words is founded in something that relates to the need for hope, we can only hope that the need for words is founded in something that relates to the need for hope. I am only your didact because you asked me to be, and I only took the task seriously because I had locked myself into some tired but enthusiastic revery. Is that magazine beside me really the end of literature? The novel is surely as redundant to the magazine as the painting is to the instagram feed. Who wouldn’t date that supple warrior? And even if the old man has steam it is nothing without fire. Death is not predicted but it does tend to mark its own. That line on the back of your forehead could really use some attention. I am only telling you this because I would like to love you but the clouds are so very high, so very very high.”
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About
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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)