Wet, plasticine, eyelets, bowls, drool, film, monitor, dimensions variable, 2017

Real Life Fantasies - group exhibition

West Space, Naarm/so called Melbourne

Closed gold hook is attached to white wall. A small flesh pink plasticine ball balances on it.
Flesh pink plasticine fills chip in aggregate concrete shelf.
Close up of flesh pink plasticine filling chips and cracks in aggregate concrete.
Flesh pink plasticine is pressed onto a bite-shape of a broken piece of aggregate concrete shelf.
Pale pink plasticine is pressed into imperfections of white wall at top of window.
Pale pink plasticine is pressed into imperfections of white wall at top of window.
Pale pink plasticine is pressed into imperfections of white wall at side of window.
Pale pink plasticine is pressed into imperfections of white wall at side of window.
An aggregate concrete shelf with four plasticine bowls, each a different shade of pink, sitting in front of a textured glass window.
Four plasticine bowls, each a different shade of pink. The bowls are filled with clear liquid causing the plasticine to turn whiteish, and water is on the shelf. Flesh pink plasticine fills cracks in the shelf.

 

 Four little bowls on the window sill which are each a different shade of pink. I filled them slowly with water using my mouth. I spill some water on the sill.

Close up of the aggregate concrete shelf. There is flesh pink in the cracks and water sitting on the surface of the sill.
Flesh pink plasticine is pressed onto the jagged edge of a broken piece of aggregate concrete shelf. Sunlight shining through the window so most of the plasticine is in shadow.
Flesh pink plasticine is pressed onto the jagged edge of a broken piece of aggregate concrete shelf. This one the plasticine is fully lit up.
A small round piece of flesh pink plasticine is stuck into a hole in a metal sheet.
A video of my ear with a little ball of flesh pink plasticine in it. The flatscreen monitor is lent into a corner of a window sill.
A bit of flesh pink plasticine holding a white cord in place on the window sill.
Another bit of flesh pink plasticine holding a bending white cord in place and the cord goes off the window sill.
A far away shot of the cord going into a plug which is in the wall. It is sunny outside and it is shining in.

 

A video of a closeup of my ear with a little ball of flesh pink plasticine nestled safely within it. I wiggle my ear a little bit.

Seen from within the toilets, a corner of an aggregate concrete shelf with yellow plasticine in a crack.
The same aggregate concrete shelf with 2 cracks both with yellow plasticine.
Aggregate concrete forms the top of a cubicle, yellow plasticine filling up a crack in the bend of the door jam.
Top of an old style basin, one of those taps that is hard to turn. There is a yellow bit of plasticine where the grout has come out.
Bottom half of the cubicles and underneath the basins. There is a drain in the floor and the word ‘me’ written in plasticine on the tiles just above. I have just used the drain.
A close up of the drain and the word ‘me’ above it. The drain is a really old style.

 With Wet I ended up spreading myself out pretty thinly and thereby claiming even more of the gallery as mine.

I chose the windows along the  right side of the gallery and filled every crack with pink plasticine.

My sexual organ slid along the window ledge, leaving bits of me behind. 

Discrimination is in everything so why not fuck it back.

Then, I didn't have support with me for most of the time, I didn't have the funding. The wheelchair access for the building that the gallery was in was often closed and I had no way of calling anyone to come and let me in.

Then the gallery had no accessible toilet.

There was a drain in the toilets I could empty my catheter into, which made it possible for me to stay in the gallery long enough for me to be in the exhibition.

But then I couldn't get out of the toilets by myself. I could get in ok, by pushing doors open with my wheelchair, but the doors didn't open the other way to get out. I have one working arm and had to drive my wheelchair. I would ask people to let me out again, but sometimes they forgot.

I had 4 little bowls on the window sill which I filled with water using my month.

And there was a video of my ear with a little ball of plasticine nestled safe within it.

A photo along the windows of the gallery space. You can just see some of the pink plasticine bowls. The gallery lights are off and I can be seen in the shadows.
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