pussy speaks [Berlin 2021]
” We are all made from liquids.
We all grew in a whomb.
Surrounded by amniotic fluids.
Nurtured with liquids.
Protected by liquids.
These sounds are likely to have apperade during our creation.
These are sounds of live and of creation.
Liquids exit when we die.”
We are located in a studio.
Peformance takes place at 2pm and at 8pm.
Duration 15 min each.
THE LIGHTS ARE DIMMED, ARE RED.
THE SILENCE arrives.
GRAVE LIGHTS CIRCLE AROUND HER.
SHE leads THE MICROPHONE UNDER HER SKIRT.
GENERATing EXTRAORDINARY SOUNDS.
THE SLIMY SOUNDS FORM A BEAT THROUGH A
A BEAT IN WHICH WE SINK into.
WE might have forgotten WHERE THE SOUNDS
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.