Outi Condit Between you and me
Here I am, on your doorstep: an intruder. Pushing into your territory, uninvited, fraudulent, for isn’t an actor always a bit of a fraud? The actress, gendered. The impostor, holding her bastard evidence, brazen and persistent, edging forwards, leaving marks, so you can trace where she’s tread… I turn to you with images that I … Continue reading Outi Condit Between you and me
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