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How to know if you're dying in the desert.

On my upcoming exhibition and my thoughts on how to know if you're dying in the desert: 

I am intrigued by the contrast of harsh and delicate in the desert. It's a brutal, unforgiving environment, but remains incredibly fragile. There is some dark magic in its call to me, a mesmerizing siren. Like a bright light I can't look away from. And part of this infatuation is my knowing that I could die quite quickly within it. But what would it be like to die there? I imagine the final moments could be surprisingly beautiful.



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