Fleshed Out, performance, duration: 1.5 hours, 2019
In a red marquee installed on a busy street, I interact with stretched screens and sewn objects.
I pull long fabric ‘arms’ through holes in images of orifices embroidered onto medical screens. I use a drill to brush my nose or ears and to spin my heeled shoes, vibrating the body. I lick the fabric using stuffed tongues that hang from my neck resembling breasts. The tongues and arms attach to a bicycle wheel to slap/ lick myself. I repeatedly cross and uncross my legs, lick my lips and wink in a hand mirror.
“A washing up glove is birthed from a satin arsehole. The odalisque grows more arms than she needs”