Join Spect. Anon live on Instagram at 16:00, Sunday 28 February for the third streamed performance of their CO(VID) residency, which takes place is a shared creative isolation. Link here 

“… you remind me of my birth, that was quiet until i was disposed into the world, i gave pain to my mother, my birth was difficult, i, was premature and born backwards and told from a very young age that i would grow up mad…”

– D.John Briscoe (SPECT.ANON, 1980).

In this shared isolation we are troubled by the primary subject and malady of our co-existence, bequeathed by my lost lover is the indecipherable archive; photographs, drawings and diagrams. Despite his departure, his contagion – the DNA of his lineage infects the air.  Now there are two of us who inherit the breached birth of his madness and my once shared psychosis of the upper and lower world. We draw breath and give oxygen to our lives, simultaneously breathing into our bodies.  – GS, 2021

In a short performance action, a Folie Simultanée is played out alongside an audio track of a distorted love song, where longing and desire are framed in the matrix of this space.