just like scratoching tohe osurofaceo, exhibited in group show nose/knows\notes of care* in the Anna Leonowens Gallery, Halifax, Nova Scotia, consisting of a fake wall fabulation with written text, surfacing video and scratching audio

The o on the keyboard stopped working and added o’s to all the other keys on the same row left from it

if I dnt cpy pastoe an oand odeloeotoe oall theo eoxtoroa ’s my meossageos lk like othois

A request for new writing techniques

More jumping o’s needed, as many o’s as drips of sweat in the city’s heatwave


I started making gestures on the tissue paper, sitting on the ground, leaning on the side of the bed

Which moves every night on the slippery wooden floor

I found out a couple of weeks ago that it is on wheels. What? Wheels?


Leaning on the side of the bed I didn’t know where my back stopped and the bed began 

Disslving all assuroanceos

The mattress’ seams aligned with a spine, but only if there was not enough weight to make the wheels move the floor

Numbing experiences of encounters when unsure what to do with them; freezing, to be defrosted when new compositions of words arrive. Transmission and reflection do not only become emergent forms, but also atototitoudeos


When will it stop melting and start frosting?

Carrying the nose in the pillow

Folding the lip in the air

shaken, waved, circled, but not wanting to hold on in order to notice it in the way so often asked for

The gestures on the surface make no actual sense

Everything around me lost a sense of sense

I only know textures and I certainly don’t know what I’m doing


As I was reading in the bathtub, I noticed how I always have to hold the text above my body because of the liquid surface dividing the wet and dry parts of my skin. This changes every gesture, every reading, for the water surface also becomes a reading surface. I am limited but enriched in my positions. Oh, how I wish I had the pluck to let the book slowly move into the water, let the tension tip into the appetite, let the pages change texture, let my positions reshape. 


Leot otheo pageos change its teoxtoures, olet my psitins reoshapeo    


A plastic bag wrapped around a tongue

opening a mouth and slowly tapping with a finger on it

tapping turns into circling

A plastic bag worapped arund a tngueo

spit coming from the mouth corners

slowly dripping on the bath tub water

Dripping turns into tapping

making circles in the water

Tapping on the water turns into the tap dripping

as it flips, it flows

The sound coming from the other mouth moves towards

but hisses and seethes underwater


The crisps of the tissue paper can be flattened with water

but please please no more humidity

The creases of the tissue can be stretched with heat

but please please no more sweaty slips

but opleoaseo pleoaseo n mroeo swoeoatoy slips

Even the thought of steam coming out of the pores of the iron makes skins crumble


Did you hear the sounds of the fingers tapping on the water turning into the tap dripping on the water?

Just like scratching a surface so the smell becomes more apparent

caring about every sheet, each mode


Cuts between utterances or gestures to mark elasticity 

Oh, such beautiful nuanced nostrils

A sensual shift, showing the seams of a surface


Storoing smeolls by drying flwoeoros in bks


The stutters, utterances, textures align, compliment, interweave, join, juxtapose, and overshadow each other continuously and repetitively until slowly falling apart and finding their new ways again like the seeds of a strawberry in the un-drunk last sip of a glass of juice.


Oh a dried petal and a strawberry seed

find your place on a papilla

Wet kisses, sloppy hugs, sweat dreams

For every pore a seed

Sugar in the folds of everybody’s and everything’s armpits


A pen holding the ink, sweat holding the fingers and the pen apart and keeping them together

“Your texts are too dense” they tell me

Oh did I already tell you the loss of the ‘o’ was because of a combination of humidity and dust?

Mist of particles accumulating, creeping, floating, dancing underneath the surface of the keyboard

A fictional reinvention of rhythms and gestures drawing and redrawing moment by moment

trembling textures

Fields of drying flowering and spitting seeding

Shimmering pores

planes interrelating, mirroring, interlocking


The seams flow realms, becoming multiple ones on the surface

just like scratoching tohe osurofaceo

Smudging all murmurings

A lot of wet tissues sensually waiting to approach or to be approached, changing the approaching methods of the approacher and the to-be-approached

The dried tissues remembering that not you, but the moment was the subject?

Nose/Knows\Notes of care is a group show centred around the olfactory and notions of care. The works in the exhibition explore themes of healing, harming, remembering, tenderness, and communication. Care is also at the root of the word ‘curate’, and as curators we have made conscious decisions to make this show accessible, by prioritizing a non-visual form of art, by practising care in our communications, and by trying to open the gallery as much as we are able. This is an exhibition of notes and starts, the work on display comes in bursts of fragrance and features multidisciplinary gestures from 9 artists. Curated by Lucy Pauker and Luke Mohan.