It is 13:30 in Oslo. I am sitting by my kitchen table in my one-room apartment and from a tiny window on my computer screen. A woman is reading a poem from her house in the UK. Several people have tuned in through their webcams, listening to her while she reads. The experience feels intimate and personal because although the performer is far away from my physical location, her art is located in my home.
Writer, Katja Fjeld reflects on her experience of the No Jobs in the Arts Fringe Festival.
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