Everything you can think of is true (I)
I'll take you to a place Where your breath escapes from your lips and becomes a cloud, and the trees talk quietly amongst themselves. Where you must tread carefully - for the vines are so entangled they don't know who they are anymore. Where records are liquorice soliloquies, and your heartbeat is the loudest thing in the world. Where the shadows are more real than you are… This work examines notions of play, creativity and imagination, and the way in which memory and unconscious desires can manifest through the creative process. It seeks to inspire imagination and personal narrative for the viewer.
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