BREAK OUT OF PRISON
Imagining if all veins were interconnected, nourishing and sustaining a single centralising body of all people.
With such a body, with such a connection, with the current of life passing under such attenuated layers of skin, how could we lack empathy for our fates?
I gave 4 coloured pencils for people to trace each other's veins.
The rest happened. I participated while filming from within.
Let one current flow
London, January 2020
Happening
Maps
London, January 2020
Digital photographs taken after the happening Let one current flow
Photographs taken after the happening.
Escape
Angoulême, May 2017
Series of 19 digital photographs. To see the series, click on the picture
Some years ago I wrote a collection of poems called Escape, they concerned fragility and conduits of life.
Veins are a channel, a vessel for life.
Appearing on the surface of our bodies, under such thin layers of skin, becoming more apparent with time, with age; or when strained by physical activity. The forces of life being ready to escape, to flood.
Each of these poems depicts a different view of fragility, some of these perspectives are grounded in my own experience, others in those of the people I know and have known.
The poems were printed on transparent sticker paper, I knocked at the doors in my street, and asked the inhabitants if i could stick some poetry on their veins and photograph them.
Click on the picture to see the series.