One of the artist's own secrets was sent (unsolicited) every day to the Rivington Arms gallery for a year. The final 40 secrets were refused and returned by post.
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Rob Andrews
I am drawn to performance as one of our oldest forms of storytelling. The fear. Blood and spit--the susurration of gain and loss beyond language, beyond objects. I'm afraid we'll lose this art, or it will change so much we'll forget th... » read more