Dreamhouse

I discovered this video I made a few years back. The audio was recorded on my Iphone 4 in the liminal space of being awake and being asleep. A deep dream, visited by a dying woman. She slips between the cracks of matter and begins to howl, and I fall too. Her message to me is to sing, an object, knowledge? She is shot. I grieve, she will never sing again, it is her grief. ‘She’ is my ancestral link and she came to teach me something. Keep moving forward creatively, don’t be shot and killed by a colonial discourse. Never forget love deep, hard and howling.

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