I am firmly on the side of the promiscuous one, the illegitimate one, the trickster, the jester, the magpie and crow.
But in the sudden dazzle of the present moment, her former life, up until now so clear, completely disappeared, and she began to doubt whether she lived it at all. But now she was here; and over everything outside of the ball there was darkness. She ate maraschino ice cream with a vermeil scallop dish in her left hand, eyes half- closed, the spoon between her teeth.” (Flaubert, 1856, p.45)
Proof I can be a Sea Creature in a Call Centre,
Proof I can dress as a kangaroo for money
Proof I can make installations from the kitchen cupboards that are different worlds.
THEY ARE DIFFERENT WORLDS.
Proof it's a blue era,
Proof I can find objects and ask you
- no make you-
look at them.
Proof I've made you sea creatures and all you see is mouldy pumpkins.
Proof I gave you Janet Jackson in Saturn,
Billy Idol in Saturn.
Proof I'd like to EAT YOU,
Proof I could dance for you.
Proof I could have given you; 3 minature traffic cones, a luxury furry cat home, wooden salt and pepper shakers, at least one fortune cookie a day,
a pink stripey towel used to cover the wax-work head of a Neanderthal man, some reflectors, a broken statue of a black woman's foot striding across the snow next to a giant white stuffed bird.
Proof you'd be silent.