wet La Centrale Gallery, Montréal + A-Space Gallery, Toronto, Canada; It's Queer Up North, Manchester, 1998
wet is a lament to love, giving advice on how to remove those stubborn heartbreak stains. The endless trickling of spit and salt, a walk through rainfall ‘on stage’ and an erotic but traumatised text all seek to survive a journey through blood, sweat and tears.
Once in a while it’s important to clear out your glory hole 1st Venice International Performance Art Week, 2012
I performed up to four hours per day, for seven days. The process was much like making a drawing, offering a series of revelations about the materials in relation to the space and my body.
I began with only the knowledge that I would wear my red sequinned dress, a trademark of my performances, and work with 5m lengths of hair, also the width of the performance space. I was interested in allowing the narrative to unfold in a series of episodes or installations. These episodes sought, through a visual and physical vocabulary, a coded score exploring labour, gender and notions of the sublime.
Photos: Jason Lim, Monika Sobczak + Boris Nieslony