ce projet commence alors
que je me sens castrée

May

there is a fridge, a stove and a cupboard in my performance space. i cover them with fabric. the kitchen is the area where people solve problems with their mother, psychologists say. everytime i come in, i have to reorganize the lighting of my corner. darkness seems to call me.

end of June

unit 102 becomes a business and two of my performance dates have to be given away to other people. a picture of my encounter with the police at the protests is printed in the papers. capitalist oppression has something to say in this project it seems.

photography: composite from a photo by Alexandra Gelis and a photo by Ryan Enn Hughes, Globe and Mail

July

decision about the space is final.
one of my lights disappears. i sit accross the street and look at the unit 102 from a distance.

"I am purged."

B. H., June 19th

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