A melancholy sculpture/installation improvised in situ.
Ghost children, lost in the stream of life, struggling for air, eyes red with what they see.
The stream of life and death,blood red.
Frail tissue bodies, the wire - umbilical cord, river.
The black animal souls soaring.
The rivers of the East End, the river Lee
The old hospitals, the streets, the arteries of London.
Memories, grief for my mother and her sadnesses
The washing of lives.
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