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  1. Julia MuratOctober 9, 2022 at 2:48 PM

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    1. Julia MuratOctober 9, 2022 at 2:50 PM

      Practice # 2

      Day 1
      I play the music loud and I dance
      Day 2
      I listen to the music riding a bike
      Day 3
      I listen the music in the airport. 10 hours plane.
      Day 4
      The film premiere. After party: roda de samba. And there the ritual happens.
      Day 5.
      Recording the performance. But how to perform a ritual that only happens in relation to others?

      https://vimeo.com/758533342
      password: bodypolitics

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