The ground beneath is soft, sponge like, we tread with care, placing each foot with precision. My movements draw me further into a grided...
Overall I found the weekend an interesting space to work in a detached mode, allowing for the exploration of materials and ideas that previously...
Two images of Laurene's Labyrinth as we encounter it in its changing decaying generative form.
The ground beneath is soft, sponge like, I tread with care, placing each foot with precision. My movements draw me further into a gridded terrain. Around I hear the call of birds, but in this space they do not live, for I am in a cancer, a disease imposed by foreign traditions on this delicate land.