I crouch below the eyeline of the crowd Half-watching Water dance, half in-camera. The drumming and the wash-rags beating loud I strive to trap in electronic amber. With flashes or by squatting frozen-still I take away the movement of the night. This festival of Nowness on the hill Distilled in slices, slides for future sight. The energy of life in human form Is tumbling before me, painted...
My first giant puppet: Mashi →
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