reordering the screaming voices.
Weeks of ‘living with’ the tormenting words.
Allowing them to take their rightful place on the floor, to be trodden on, tripped over, kicked, moved around, jumped over.
Then arranged in patterns reminiscent of Aboriginal artworks- narrative totems. This is unfortunately my life’s narrative to date.
composing the elements
The angles can be placed together but the intensity doesn’t hit full force before each shredded word is placed and then overlayed with dirty, painty water splatters.
Head
I am here. Whispering. Talking. Chattering. Screaming. Layers of noise, often interacting, arguing with eachother.
Heart
Stinging words, vicious thoughts, that whip across raw wounds.
Hands
The process was heavily material driven. Extended over weeks, open to others, invitational to make visible the destructive forces of my inner workings. Each stage was completed at a time of psychological safety and articulated through group and individual therapy sessions.
internal dialogue
documentation of the negative stream of consciousness. Making visible the unseen. Acknowledging and naming it.
Word vomit
dissociative documentation of inner termoil
Shredded
the most appropriate way to treat those words. Shredded and crumpled.
splattered canvas
The sheer volume of words needed length but this is a floor work.
concertina
A floor work that needs to be walked over, trampled on, folded, disrespected.
layered tears
Dirty water, splattered with a slurpee straw, highly appropriate tools of the trade.
textured water soluble graphite
Clean paper doesn’t deserve to be stained with those words. It had to match.
overtaking the environment
each available space used, each work forced to be stepped on, walked over, given the disrespect deserved.