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A Sudden Flash Of Dream Sequence
She asks a local how to switch the sky back on. They all know the texture of Blue Dye House.She hears the supermarket whispers, sees static recognition flickering across their faces. Clouds that look like thoughts follow her home, their wet breath flooding her clothes, her skin, her mouth. Climbing over the stile into the kitchen she falls into a lake.
The past and the future redrawn in the present. In this ongoing series, collage, paint, pencil, crayon, print and thread subvert original postcards dated 1897-now, creating new lived experiences.
Uganda is hot and dark. Late into the December night we sit on planks in the back of a stripped out land rover. We are driven faster than our bodies would like, the speed rattling my bones, teeth, brain, recording equipment.
In the end, it was neither a flash nor a tunnel. The kiss had lived through many breaths and many stories, from the eager tongues of fairytale princes to the dry rubbery gums of the dying in hospital beds. Once there had even been a woman who changed into a pillar of salt.