Brenda Laurel’s Placeholder: In dreams everybody flies their own way

I run like I’m climbing an invisible staircase, in long loping steps. This may be due to prolonged childhood exposure to Saturday morning cartoons; other people soar like Superman, arms extended, or like soap bubbles, floating above the landscape of waking life. But Brenda Laurel doesn’t fly at all. She swims.

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Mandorla Art Award DLAN Contemporary Samstag Australian Body Art Festival Barossa Arts Festival