Magic Jam
Installation, Central Saint Martins, London, 2021
Installation, Central Saint Martins, London, 2021
The fat lady is cut again, divided into jars of visceral jam. A bodily potion for the public to take home and share with the household. The fat lady, in this way, enters different planes of intimacy, from the domestic home to the flash home-body, on a journey of reconnection. The Fat lady painting is physically spread through spaces and depths, herself painting a hypothetical map. The goddess will only be whole again if brought together by those who have fed from her insides.
The fat lady bleeds into jars. Fruits of her cycles of vita-morte smashed into sweet pulp. A bodily potion for the public to take home and share with the household. She enters different planes of intimacy, from the domestic to the flash home-body, on a spiral dance of connectivity. I paint her as a dialogue, she asks me once again to be cut in multiples, to diverge into potentiality, physically spreading through space and time, herself painting a hypothetical visceral map.
The goddess will only be whole again if brought together by those who have fed from her fruity insides.