
Rehearsal after Reflect Soft Matte Discourse
Clara López Imri Sandström Malin Arnell
A performed reflection on Malin’s previous re-enacting of a super influential landmark of performance art from the French feminist and artist Gina Pane.
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A performed reflection on Malin’s previous re-enacting of a super influential landmark of performance art from the French feminist and artist Gina Pane.
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