Linear when you think of it, but not when you think back at it#2 2018-03-03T10:01:35+00:00

Walking through San Lorenzo’s streets in silence – letting the city quarter make the noise. My mouth full of colourful strings, once carried by the spectators. Collecting rubbish, walking with rubbish. Interacting with my surroundings and what I have collected, before everything is thrown out.

Performed during Nomadic Arts Festival 2015

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