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Performance at La désinvolture de nos gangsters curated by Arianne Foks, Espace d'art Les Salaisons,

Paris, France, 2013

Photography by Lindsay Tunkl


The umbrella didn't soften my landing because the luggage of my personal belongings was much too heavy. I mixed my tears with larger amount of water and poured on myself. The audience tried to pull me with a rope to the ceiling, but with no success. I climbed up the ladder and bow down above the curator. My wet hair and clothes was dripping on her umbrella. I broke the umbrella and wrapped it around my head.  I asked viewers for a cigarette and burned a hole through which I suppose to breathe, but  only choked on the acrid smoke.

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