The miniature analogue world under Sister Mary’s Skirt…
(Unfortunately I didn’t take a photo of the outside of the theatre, but for those who have not seen the theatre, picture the matte grey, pleaded and button dresses that nuns wear in convents… and of course everywhere else)
allows time to slowly (yet superficially accelerated) creep on the
decay of materials. A latex sanctuary of UV lighting that eats
away at the microscopic impressions of our building materials
surface.
Left behind unattended, the masts begin to reveal light through
the body. The skin perishing away possesses… inevitable growth?
of something other…
What is other?
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