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Alexandra Lethbridge / The Others / Southampton

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Victoria Louise / The Others / London

I place the shell to my ear. I am miles away and yet I can hear it lapping around in there. Caressing the shores edge, the repetitive rhythm soothes. Transported, I know never again will I be without you. You were never even there with me, and yet the landscape is saturated with you. I feel you in the coarseness of the sand, so fine its almost unnoticeable, but I absorbed all of you, nothing of you goes unnoticed by me. Adding to the sea, I turn the shell away from my ear. 

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Ellen Jantzen / The Others / St Louis

Place of Departure

(Disturbing the Spirits, part 2)

I was working on my series, "Disturbing The Spirits" when my parents suddenly died.

Place of Departure is the work I have done since…..

I feel that my life has fundamentally changed; but sometimes all seems the same. Where did my father go?  Are my parents now united? What does a life mean after it leaves it's body? Does the life-force rise and connect the terrestrial with the celestial or does it evaporate into thin air? These are the questions I am grappling with as I begin my new series; I hope to find my way to an understanding.

I now speak with clouds, the earth...with trees. Words fail me.

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Rikki Tarascas / Unknown / The Others

She looks like Marilyn Monroe

Lives in a fantasy world

Lost in a hall of mirrors

Thinks she’s another girl

I wanna be other people

Anyone but myself

Help I’m falling.

Help me!

Help yourself!

Don’t take it out on me 

Don’t take it out on me 

Don’t take it out on me 

Cos I’m not the only one

Says her mother used to beat her

Cos her father wasn’t there

She says she didn’t need a daddy

And she really doesn’t care

She thinks that she’s a mystic

She wants to be alone

Her head is full of visions

But non of them her own

Don’t take it out on me 

Don’t take it out on me 

Don’t take it out on me 

Cos I’m not the only one

If looks could kill

She killed a man

Cos I’m not the only one

You told me I’m the one for you

Cos I let you be yourself

Don’t touch me.

I’m frozen

You’re alone with someone else

You scribbled in your diary

I don’t feature anymore

I’m fiction

I’m frozen

I’m not sorry I’m not yours.

She looks into the mirror

With a vacant green eyed stare

She’s modeled on a model

But the model wasn’t there

Put my bones back in my body

Give me back my heart

Can’t take my eyes off of you

You’re tearing me apart.

Don’t take it out on me 

Don’t take it out on me 

Don’t take it out on me

Cos I’m not the only one

If looks could kill

She killed a man

Cos I’m not the only one 

Cos I’m not the only one

  Cos I’m not the only one 

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Marshall McLuhan, Quentin Fiore, and Jerome Agel / The Medium is the Massage: An Inventory of Effects / The Others