
My Dog Is My Piano
Antonia Baehr
An audio/ video, lecture/ performance exploring the queer and companionly inter-activity of human-animal relations.
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An audio/ video, lecture/ performance exploring the queer and companionly inter-activity of human-animal relations.
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