Description
I’m down at the beach when suddenly an overwhelming stench of decay hits me—like dead fish, like rotting, brackish sea, sweet and too deadly tender to bear. The seal’s body glistens in the glaring light, leathery. Like a reddish-black rock. Its bloated form swarms with hundreds of flies and insects, maggots and worms winding through the leather landscape of skin. Gulls hover nearby, searching for morsels. Life moves on and on. Death as ever shifting states of vitality.
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artifacts : a series of video clips
