A Declaration ov War
By any means necessary, what [I feel] needs to be communicated will find a language - and my body will be the lightening rod for this [these] aktion[s]...
Remove The Fucking Bricks From The Wall
There are some things that words cannot describe, there are many moments [aktions] to eloquent for my limited theological thesaurus, but as long as the work can communicate across borders and boundaries this is all that matters; academia and language are weapons and walls - images transcend and travel way beyond these restrictions.
3x4 = 12, the 12th letter of the alphabet is L, L is for....?
For everybody that ever meant something, and to those that never did - who am I to decide? It's ephemeral, existing for us all, will we ever receive it - will we ever know that it exists? The support, the tenderness, the unknown, the fear, the friendship, the laughter, the turmoil, the kindness, the guilt, the darkness, the craving and the suffering. L guides us all on this winding path through L to L. All we can do is walk with L and hope that we will never be L. But despite the inevitability of L, we can still L...
The Only Certainties [Memento Mori]
Bodies are rendered into statistics, memento mori's and trinkets of worth scattered like leaves in autumn.
A stone amongst stones the memorials are born; death is always certain when peace is a war to be fought.
Amor es Dolor
Amor es dolor. The betrayal of the heart by a wandering mind. The death of a loved one I neglected. Alienated, Surrounded by many, but known by none. I'm damned if do, and fucked if I don't. A wild stab in the dark against a better judgement. An aktion born of frustration. In remembrance of... Momentary reflection. Symmetry gone awry. An attack against the institution combined with self sacrifice and an alchemical twist. Desire, love and life...? Submissive tendencies vs. empowerment or just plain recklessness? Pulled in every fucking direction but too lazy to act and too stubborn to listen.
Question:- Why....? Answer:- L....?
La Tristesse Durera
Gay without being ghetto, longing for without being desperate, obsessive without being possessive, hungry but fuck the G-8, I'm running but I don't want a self validating medal - "not in my name" is the only badge I wear. Paranoia and parties, highs followed by heartbreak, "roots" and problems, dossiers and fake, words stringing us along effortlessly in the golden age of splendour and spin, I long for the eloquence of aktion - A fist in the air in the land of hypocrisy, let us not forget in our [now burst] bubble, that we are at war - death and taxes are the only certainties.... This happy sailor is set adrift in a sea of tragedy, riding waves of anger and anguish looking for the birth of beauty, meditating on the subversion of Aphrodite, longing for the "other" form of beauty that has been neglected, mistreated and abused by our collective ignorance.... [sigh]
In a continued exploration into dissent, conflict, cause & effect, Version 2 moves forward into a controlled demolition of two connected bodies engaged in an ecstatic power struggle while attempting to study the mass expulsion of discontent currently felt by marginalized and forgotten members of society through an abstracted veil of Minimal Drag/Gender blurring and blunt force movement.
"You are young and beautiful darling and you deserve the best things in life...but you weren't young and beautiful tonight" [Crystal Labeija]
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Psychogeography, psychic projection, physical exhaustion and shame of the proletariat are all catalysts for a procession that seeks to go beyond the pavement and beyond the pain incurred on both hands and knees...An exploration in quiet discord, the purging of daemons and excess baggage, or an organised meet of the like-minded fanning the flames of dissent?
Fruits ov Our Labour
I am using SHIT, not to shock, disgust or provoke; I am not interested in sensationalist acts.
I am using my SHIT because as an artist who works with the/my body I have a duty to use all of my bodily resources to create works.
There is an inherent contradiction in our approach(es) to this bodily material... The child has an innocent inquisitive approach to this product that leaves it's body & instinctively wants to enquire with it, the adult is repulsed, ashamed & does not want to accept that it's an indicator that they are alive & instead flushes it away hidden in paper.
To take a SHIT one must be alive.
By observing our SHIT, we can understand our health - are you not fascinated by how YOUR SHIT changes shape, colour & consistency based on what you consume? YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT is a reference to YOUR SHIT. Yet despite this marker of health & life we choose to associate SHIT with filth, shame, disease, decay & death.
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