Andre Bagoo



Bestiary Set at the Live Drawing Session

It falls from the sky, this innocence, this unfinished lifework I didn’t know I needed in my life. It falls onto the table, falls into my sketchpad, sculpted torso dreaming of its own ekphrasis, a fragment completing itself: perfect shoulders, …

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After Olive Senior, ‘Flying’

light smoke how to dance disco ball blocked by bodies the sun eclipsed by moons men growing like trees in this club we leap we do not look yet look at me now Grandma whatever I’m drinking it’s right now …

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