03.05 – 18.05.2019
Seven modes on the wall, and some free jazz laughing in the corner of the room.
One small room as a mutual present, the backstage of our presence.
Is the piano tuned? I thought you liked it blue in your belly button. Resonances by the bloody like curtain.
Fluids bend themselves in acute pliés.
A laugh dancing out from the canvas
Baroque modes healing theory, after the date with a painting.