pussy speaks [Berlin 2021]
”WE Are MADE FROM LIQUIDS.
GROWING IN A WHOMB SURROUNDED BY AMNIOTIC FLUIDS.
NURTURED WITH LIQUIDS. PROTECTED BY LIQUIDS. CONTAING LIQUIDS.
THESE SOUNDS APPERADE DURING OUR CREATION.
LIQUIDS Enter liquids EXIT in the Circle of life.
And THAN WE DIE AND the liquids may pour the earth.”
We are located in a studio.
Peformance takes place at 2pm and at 8pm.
Duration 15 min each.
THE LIGHTS ARE DIMMED RED.
THE MICROPHONE UNDER HER SKIRT.
BEATING. BREATHING. SOUND.
WE might have forgotten WHERE THE SOUNDS COME FROM.
Dead Pigeon Party 
We are in Arboretum de Balaine, France,
at the Château Perché Music Festival.
THe sun is shining. People are dancinG
THW Happening Phase 1
It emerges from the background.
Clown-like make-up. Ribbons hanging from the body.
A dead pigeon lies on a tray. The same pigeon that layed
for days at the edge of the festival path.
It WAKES slow, its gaze full of sadness and pain.
People are dancing, bodies facing the stage.
It slowly pushes their way through the dancers.
Some react. One decides to take a hit of cocaine on the tray.
It slowly moves on, to another dance floor.
On the dance floor it places the dove between the dancers.
At first it is an observer. An exchange begins.
A celebration of the animal. People begin to decorate the
dove lying there with the surrounding rubbish.
Dancing around the dove. It transforms into a documenter,
into a photographer. People share stories that
they associate and lived with pigeons.
It takes back the pigeon and disappears
behind a stage where it buries the pigeon under a bush.