Thank you to CoMotion Farm for hosting us.
Well, we played on nuit blanche in the open space of factory walls and mish-mashed artworks strewn about. On a white floor of paper we came together without rehearsal to perform simultaneous individual acts, one of us for the first time, one with practise and one with ownership. All devoted to destruction we made no claims to perfection nor presented ideological impressions. We did things at the same time that we were relatively good at. The cohesion for the work was only the content of our focus with these things. So... ya pictures is all we got left.





Nuit Blanche at 141 Ann in Griffintown
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