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Friday, June 8, 2018
An unsent message, a bot that controls the release of fluids
But, it's fine. Watching sarah oppenheimer talk about how spatial relations of art institutions direct what and how work is produced--specifically the use of light installation and performance of the body-social in said spaces, and I'm like swoon. So smart, so buttoned up, so in control of every movement, a countenance that knows no curve. *straight up now tell me, do you really want to love me forever*
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