Writing

We already know that the devil is cruelly using her mouth. In order to speak to us she lifts a finger from inside her belly and pushes it upwards. Her words stand raised and blood-filled on the skin for us to read. And our magnetic retinas bubble up, blister, and weep in response. Excerpt from Pendulum, 2008.

More writing…

Your body of objects, 2010

Waiting in the desert out of reach, 2010

Text for Imploding by Agnes Nedregard, 2009

Pendulum, 2008