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An ‘anti- time capsule’ for 2123 presenting the fleeting and ephemeral nature of ‘nowness’.Objects formed with analogue processes, enclosed in degradable material.

For my object, I created a dice, forming a relationship between the face of a cube and its content.  I explore the visual language of dots to create imagery that link to the concept of the poem.

Each poem uses my typewriter to typographically manipulate words, break linear structure and form images. The poetry was a way to intimately connect with anyone feeling similar emotions and creating space for contemplation.

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Death of Birth

Baby cries, lingers

At birth, do we all not die?

Birth, we rest in peace

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Fortune Cookie

How to live lucky?

To exist is not enough

I was born a gap

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Bound by numbers

I can’t wait to be

…- I wrinkle, but never wise

to be, I couldn’t