Trollied - work in progress

Two gender freaks and a shopping trolley, getting trollied. Brother/sister from another mother/mister. It always starts with the shoes. Being mothers, and lovers, and friends and boys and girls… We’ve been called so many names, sometimes we don’t know what to call ourselves - but Nancy says thats the whole point - to be confusing. I’ll wheel you in if you wheel me out. Picking up each others shit, I wouldn’t do this just for anyone you know! Pigeons have been a bit of a theme haven’t they? Pigeons and baked beans and puffa jackets. The erotics of domestication. Glamour on the edge of sanity. shopping shopping shopping,  f*cking consuming, f*cking and consuming. Filling all the empty holes. Purge and spit, gagging on our anger. Gagging for it. What a gag! We eat and eat, repeat and repeat until the soft animal of our bodies love what it loves. When it falls apart we spill in the joint imagination. Fabulous projection or fleshy insistence. Thank you for making me exhale. Here is your princess, here is the horizon. This is a prayer for failure. 

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Made in collaboration with Nando Messias, with support from Somerset House

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Currently developing contact for programming