Children of Chaos
2019, performance and installation of written work at Alvaro Barrington’s studios (SPACESHIPDUNGEONZOO)
Extract from text:
When I looked upon Mother from the first sight I was right up in her eyes. Locked in love and blood of new born we had three whole seconds together before I ate her.
I was starving and there was no other option.
I’d barely got to know her but she tasted of red wine and beef which was how I’d always imagined it would be. I’d imagined it would feel like a Sunday after Church after a cold walk home after a holy relief of leafy sanctuary in the back garden of the Lord. I’d imagined it would feel like that, but it didn’t. It felt like sitting in a beefy, boozy red pool of her.
I’d eaten her with my teeth, as I’d come into life with a full set. It must have been all that dairy she ate flowing straight to my skull and piling up in layers of white sediment. As measurement of my love for her I left a couple of teeth behind as little kisses of affliction.
She was Mother and she’d done all that she could……