(French-Dutch, b.1998, London)
Audio-inflected Surrealist and bricoleuse, applying the act of listening to material memory in order to reconstruct a collage of alternative values.
To value a texture
akin to diaphanous relics
When the ear tells the eye where to look
A joy-noir erotic respecting our city of skins.
We coaxed up a land with our bones and our bruise
for a wild Mélusine to appear in the factory loos.
Mistaking her products for sins, I confess, in the mess:
your trash is my kin.
Pieces you leave me, my peace I give you,
look not on her sins but on the faith of your dearth
In your murky keep, our freedom sings:
Why protect us from all angst, piety?
We could make in joyful hope
for the loving of our stateless
Matter Geist.
Omen