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Thoughts Are Bells

2026 · (site specific) installation, text

Installation including a sculpture (250 cm x 100 cm), floor coverings (clay, sand, organic material/ carpet/ beeswax) and text.

The first sharp breath on unsteady legs, swift and full of angst. The drops of birth steaming of my hide into the cold dark air. If I can remember the dire pulsing of my nose as it digs into your swolen body, the flow of warm white fat. If I can imagine the fog rising from your skin, the sound of your steady molars grinding again and again on the fresh paste. If I can imagine the falling of your lungs, the blinking of your lashes and the sinking of your feet in the mud. then I must have been a calf born to a cow mother.