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The earth inhales, the body exhales. The body inhales, the earth exhales. Branches tap each other, accompanying the breeze. The earth is in constant syncopation, flowing in pattern, rhythm, and breath. When I move, my breath becomes the conductor. I become the instrument, costumed in grasses and reeds.
Medium: Reeds, Latex, Copper, Lycra
