Assamblage

Assamblage

Assamblage
She is assamblaged with the dance floor, cloudy day, with the fog and sun’s rays. She’s an assamblage with her ancestral stones, are you with yours? She’s assamblaged with her cloth’s fabric with the warmth of the light bulbs. Approaching equals equal, approaching infinity. Slowly. Symmetry perplexes me most. I’m assemblaged with Jane Bennett’s words and your vision.

  • Performance → Maria Zimpel
  • Music → ‘Release’ from the album ‘Massive Oscillations’ by Wacław Zimpel featuring Holly Hock
Photography → Dorota Kabała