Something...

                 and Then.

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Performance.

Central Saint Martins Degree Show One.

2017.

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'' Do not mistake me, I do not want to keep. Only to touch for a moment, I outstretch my hands to feel her as she passes, to feel her as she moves out and expands, this great bear who resides within the words, I would like to break this text into

small
         pieces for you.

 

(It erodes slowly, and then all at once.)

 

She has been mother, father, ghost and host body, earth stains on whites, white wool and white skin beneath a ring eased off slowly across the knuckle. Bent noses, broken fingers, grey hair two plaits down the back, a figure losing features slowly, each deteriorates, these soft and fermenting bodies break as teeth are thrown out from the roadside, out 

                                                            and into the long grass.'

 

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