This body will become an island. These bones will fracture and erode to sand; and this flesh will float in an ocean of dark blood. It will become soft; nothing but vapour, compost. Hair will sprout from the long-repressed follicles that populate its skin until it is enveloped by a thick forest. Trunks will spiral upwards, their weight collapsing what remains of the rib cage.
Crawling arthropods with countless legs will ingest the body’s organs and lay their eggs under its fingernails which, overstrained, will shatter and slip silently away. A ring of teeth is poised to guard the tongue, which now lies wet and pulsing at the back of the throat. Only the bravest inhabitants of this island-body will venture towards the most muscular of organs that has become their twisting Leviathan.
installation view, focal point gallery big screen.
"Limpets will cling to its neck, buttocks, thighs and outstretched arms, whilst shifting eels spiral under the pits of its knees. The spine will crack to form corals, breeding a deep community."
The back will be green with algae. Limpets will cling to its neck, buttocks, thighs and outstretched arms, whilst shifting eels spiral under the pits of its knees. The spine will crack to form corals, breeding a deep community.
With good fortune, long-legged birds will fish the eyes from their sockets and hang them in the sky.
Eyecatcher III, Focal Point Gallery, UK
Failed States, DeptfordX, London