From one corner of the courtyard to another

Strawberries, cherries, raspberries and apples, stuck between a fence and a hard place.
There is a map inside of me instead of the places I’ve left behind. Stairways, corridors,  squares, courtyards  turn into simple lines.

A poem made out of many things, all at once – for words, string, voice and an apple grinder.

String, nails, writing and binaural sound installation.

Presented as part of the group exhibition Absent Cargo at Errant Sound in August 2022.

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