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erika fruit
but there’s always the sky
and i love her
about
artist statement
cv
the hybrid body
and then the water broke
just for imagination purposes
why do i keep letting you peel my fruit
feel free to touch; nothing is precious
ALIEN FOOD BABY
spiderdaddy
puppy pose in hell
gemini series
writing
jawbone series
amoeba
minor edits
invertebrate
blur 1
listen
(m)other(land) (?) / return
choreography + artistic direction
are you ready, it’s profound again
bodies in (btwn) space + time
collaborations
some nothings change everything after them
permanence of change
archives
minor daily crisis
the universe is infinite
it’s misty out
a little crooked
object(ification) of (my) desire
de/composition
teaching
dance
design
out/takes
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Mark
YOU DECORATE SOLITUDE
with bowls and cylinders
pick up the strips of paper
holding
maybe a little
big porch cry
to feel like we are not missing
out
maybe a little
anxiety as context
slipping
maybe a little
but not as everything
something
and tonic anxiety
pressing
and swims
;;
and fires, everywhere
as an extension of the body
it might
feel kind of nice
Mark
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