This is some heavy metal woven through silken red tissues of bodies. 

The movement is impermanent, a fissure, a lace, a yearning - the smoke and sweat shakes with the long hard knowing of the meteor. Here are cymatical nano particulii within the blood pulses. The cigar through the Oort Cloud. The primordial dream of a crocodile. Iron in the soul. 

Magnetised the bodies mesh, flesh altar, hydra, the one with ten thousand dead faces, and a spectra of living limbs, the octopi collective, the subversion of the selfhood, the warping of the anima, as an offering to the timeless material of an unfathomable spacecraft or Godhead or ultra terrestrial spermatozoa. 

Do rocks sing? Here they sing. And all the celestial bodies spin. (Words by Beatrice Brown)

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            With 

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  Alexandru Schmidt 

   Augusto Cascales

 Filippo Fanelli Terlizzi 

   Jawara Alleyne

      Lydia Wilson

  Nissa Nishikawa

     Tafari Alleyne

     Yen-Ching Lin

         Zinzile

              &

      Zoe Bedeaux 

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Clothing constructed in collaboration Jawara Alleyne (from 32 kimono-wear pieces)

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