Hold My Hand


I had been thinking  a lot about our relationship with places, as I was stretched out in a long distance relationship. I wondered what makes you leave and what makes you stay? Where do you belong? Or are we all moving? And then where are we going and how do we know if we get there? As part of hÅb’s Emergency Accommodation I performed some 21 hand held journeys for two between the two festival venues, each time sharing a different personal story about hand held walks I’ve been on. The walks required a degree of trust as we walked together across carparks, streets and wasteland. A £1 deposit was refunded on my safe return.

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