Nicole Serratore continues Exeunt’s COIL 2016 coverage with “a welcome fuzziness of time, space and purpose” in a “visual haiku”.
Every breath is a song.
Upending robotic conformity.
The sweet smell of sound.
Cynthia Erivo is a hurricane of hurt on Broadway.
Trish Harnetiaux’s exploded view.
From buttplug gnomes to mayonnaise jizz.
Sign of the times.
Revelry and ritual.