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 and 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.

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 through mold, rot and decay.

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

After streaming with the current, we’ll gather in Baba Yaga’s steel belly for something gloriously fishy: soup!

That’s how we’re going to make story, or kin.

Thank you for being here.

With slippery hands,

Milou