NOSE BLEED HERE > DON'T FORGET > NO LED HER

BLAH BLAH BLAH SPLURGH URGH URGHHH UGHH SPLURGH ARGH UCHH CAAHH CACHH RAAA ROOO ROOOW ROW ROW ROW YOUR BOAT 

She participates, the author of her

Recipe:

 

(And now this is about how) she ate the last pancake

 

Her weight pulls forwards, to understand it

As split and divided, lopsided

Thread

Tread

As a concept too busy

What is a de-sedimented body?

A body that records, influenced

 / / There she holds, words or worlds kneeling, an ice bucket piroutting over the composition like the gum tacking underside the table from, rowing or rowing 
Paintings that hold a residual speech, an architecture, ruins, rumbling and only once the downfall has taken place can the re-growth, the re-structuing begin
emergence from the lithic biographies, 
Outside, a rumble. Inside, a whisper. Polyphonic  
once the secret is out in the open, well, it’s hardly a secret anymore. 

oil paint, spray paint, wall paint on canvas, 122 x 184 cm

the ceiling felt so much closer to her than ever before, so much closer to her forehead to the hairs brushed swept to the left side
she tried to swing her foot over but again, CAUGHT, on the frame, the metallic ridge stuck out into the foot well
she thought,
and then the collapse came, the flood water. 

Her shadow was never this big in her bedroom, but she’s not there anymore, her window blind she fabricated as a mast, a fiction, to sail away on, she feared the dark side, the underbelly of her sprog, because one day that too did collapse in on her. WOOOOSH ~ SPLEATCH! SCRATCH, SCRATCH SCRATCH (painting noises) / / 
 

oil paint on canvas

Kirsten Alice Sinclair

// S-P-R-O-G // row row row row row your boat // don't forget to see a crocodile and don't forget to scream // THE EVOLUTION OF SPROG EEK! BOOM! CRUNCH!