A video installation in which cloth and string, song and dance, costumes and goo collaborate to find new ways of moving in bleak time.
Two billion years from now, the oceans are beyond understanding, yet undersea karaoke may still be possible. The ghost of an oyster holds memories of what happened. Is there any chance of recovery? It sings to a scrap of cloth that fell to the bottom of the sea, trying to get a face.
Everything will be fine. All planes crash, all at once. Oxygen falls from the ceiling. But that’s not the right kind of mask, that’s a carnival mask…
Mud and cloth getting it together
Mud, and cloth, and string
There must be new unions
Rubbing against itself until it gets a face…