


My tumble weed and barbed wire installation was under the stair well. I gave the Chuppers the audio I had recorded in El Paso, trains hurtling through the night. They had mixed the sound with clunky electronic beats. The guys had set one camera down the hallway on me and one on the tumble weed and barbed wire installation under the stair well. The images were mixed to appear on the wall next to where the audience were gathered. There were probably 50 or so people gathered together. Manny introduced the show and I started to stand up at the far end of the corridor. At this point the audience could only see me on the screen. As I made my way closer, the audience could see me, the installation and the projection. Some people were out of sight and they could only see the screen.
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