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wet La Centrale Gallery, Montréal + A-Space Gallery, Toronto, Canada; It's Queer Up North, Manchester, 1998
wet is a lament to love, giving advice on how to remove those stubborn heartbreak stains. The endless trickling of spit and salt, a walk through rainfall ‘on stage’ and an erotic but traumatised text all seek to survive a journey through blood, sweat and tears.
Hairline Morni Hills Performance Art Biennial, Government Museum & Art Gallery, Chandigarh, India, 2016
This two hour performance took place where the sun cast a shadow of my body in line with my materials. I lay a path on which to walk forward. What we contain, what we are, and the journeys we make, though limited by our language, can offer nourishment. And within our limitations are the details of our knowledge, where we can discover how to connect with others, and perhaps free ourselves. Or, at least, question boundaries.
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