brady burroughs
When I’m not Gizelle Gazelle, the spokeswomanimal for the collective sanctuary called The Beastlet OR the local Lesbian seagull, watching the mating and hunting rituals of the human animals at sea OR one of Osho’s sannyasin, excluded from the ‘women-only’ swimming group at Zorba The Buddha Café…
And if I’m not Aphrodite speaking to Sappho in a secret underwater cave OR The Oracle at Delphi delivering spiritual messages from the angels OR an elusive feminist architectural activist, occupying an Aldo Rossi row house…
If I’m not an elderly Roman Catholic nun or a precocious 10 year-old girl, or even the ghost of William Shakespeare himself…
THEN I am an architect who tells stories. I am a teacher who learns from her students. I am also a researcher at the School of Architecture and the Built Environment, KTH, Stockholm, within Critical Studies, working on a dissertation exploring the architecture of desire and pedagogy through critical fictions.
Staging the Message 