Claire Kentfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

Welcome to Kentfield

The dance deck by ANNA HALPRIN figures as the first work in the gallery of the exhibition. The dance stage was built in in Kentfield, Northern California.

Y’know what makes me smile? That little belly-laugh moment when the sun sets over Golden Trail Park. I’m out here, rubbin’ away the hurt, and feel blessed. Life can be a crazy movie scene – somethin’ like “we are all actors in a mad play,” as that film kinda hinted, you feel me?

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