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Dark alleyway, piss smell. Graffiti. Dumpsters. Shadow places for hiding. For trapping. A hole. No space to breathe. Screaming whistle. I sneak on people and don't mean to. They jump. Blamed for my quiet feet. "You scared me." I don't blame them for not being present, Not noticing their surroundings. Something behind me. I turn and there's nothing. Except on my back, on my neck. Like a grizzly bear's hot breath. I taste metal. Nails. I was going somewhere important but now I forget who I am. Now that someone's following, I want to give up, turn around. See who it--  Photo by Ashim D’Silva on Unsplash
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Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress. This page serves to invite you into the way I work, with intermittent posts to show you the hows and whys on the whats I make, as well as prompts and ideas I bring to certain workshops. There will also be some raw, rough content found in notebooks written years ago, previously posted on: Archives
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