//texts//
meaning gathers like dust. when old events are seen in the light of the present, meaning emerges from the tiniest of details. Old images, old films, old diaries - I keep making these in the present so they get old and hand me their meaning later.
the room was small
the opposite of sound sauce
there was nothing
//Everyday films//
The love between two womxn (1:52)
I can never see myself (4:40)
Time was getting flatter
When we are mostly by ourselves
We used to go out
cynk
collective
mycelium project
Yearly ecological
observations
NOTAAT
//stuff//
Shows and exhibitions
notebooks
press!
Fieldness
No one is looking
Failed experiments
Dreams/
unrealized works
Stuff gets old. But not on instagram. Instagram like the good kid of capitalism only allows new-ness. And hardly any reflection.
//source//
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