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For this performance, I was buried in a vertical position up to my chest in Cuban soil in the yard outside the gallery for three hours, beginning at dusk. During that time I wrote the same letter over and over, leaving the copies out for members of the audience to take if they wished. The letter read:
My dear ones,
I am writing this letter to tell you that I am alive. For many years I feared that if I told the truth you would suffer at the hands of those who buried another woman in my name. I can no longer stand not being able to tell you that I exist. Not a day has passed without my dreaming of you. Fortunately I can say that I recovered from the ordeal that resulted in my departure. I will send more news soon. With love, C.
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Text: Coco Fusco
Photo: Juan Carlos Alom |
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