Dear friends,

I want to invite you to Recording Wetness, a live performance and collective act of documentation unfolding along the River Lea. We will walk, listen closely to what pours, spills, streams,drops, and washes away. Together we will experiment with recording as ritual: holding small sounds, gestures, fragments, and letting myth leak gently into method.

This is a collaboration between friends, artists, the boat Baba Yaga, and the more-than-human presences that carry us.

You are not just attending; you are part of the score. Through shared attention and improvised actions, we practice becoming kin — with water, with moss, with rot and steel, with each other.

Thank you for being here. My work moves with water, touch, and bodies that leak and flow, that refuse to stay contained. Recording Wetness is not about purity, but about contact — about how we inhabit and are inhabited by moisture, by each other, human and more-than-human.

Together we’ll create a small, embodied record of what is fleeting and slippery: the touch that lingers, the sound that almost disappears, the ways care, grief, or desire pass across surfaces.

I’ll approach wetness as material and experience — something that carries memory and time, something alive and relational. The recordings we make are gentle attempts to hold what usually slips away.

After streaming with the current, we gather in Baba Yaga’s steel belly for something gently, gloriously fishy — a light soup becoming story, broth, kin.

With slippery hands,

Milou