Mixed Media Tableaux
Exhibited at The Bomb Factory Art Foundation
as part of 'FEMALE TROUBLE' curated by Hannah Thorne.
Staying inside the construction (under instruction)
Exterior moments become exotic
Alien- like - able bodied and speechless.
She moves through doorways and yawning awnings
Framed like half beach balls bounced into the concrete - umberella fonts are all grands and bests
Rotten plastic and luck sinking their heels into the walls .
Palisades are temporary tongues flapping
Pale pink rubber mittens and flaccid flamingoes.
On Entry - She feels like a peeled thumb, fibrous and dangling.
Jelly at her edges, powdered about the nose and boned down the middle.
She slopes in the corridor
Leaning on an A-frame, dusting off an inner awning that smells of broken oven gloves
Childhood cheeks blushed with jam stains and Liquid Lipstick smeared
Rendering...all things pink.
The place itself is all washrooms, wiped floors and corridors.
newly fragile inside and out
she wraps her knuckles on porcelain,
A sanitary machine trundles past
Blinds are drawn on the walls, and a maid passes judgement.
She sucks her cheeks and tastes cut metal - breathing through the gap.
Freshened Air is fragranced - battery powered ever present effervescence
Bleach and Parma violets kick up a stink.
She stoops through the plastic padded causeway corridor.
Dipping a toe in the lobby carpet demands concentration
And a man nearby wheezes as he sinks his arms into wall lined chairs - finding coins.
Later they eat
Thinking of mothers with legs and teeth and fear. Hoardings remind them which way is up and what is cladding.