my hole is the place where i call myself a motherWell Projects, Margate, UK
2020
Exhibition view. my hole is the place i call myself a mother, 2020.
the holes in my bedroom in space: fungus from a study group, 2020. Installation, text piece through plants, wax, paper, hand dyed sheep’s wool, wire, Citrus Vulcan Hystrix Tree, Canna, Echinacea Purpurea, Begonia, Salvia.
Installation view. Sunbeam’s frenz (the Solar Anus), 2020. Hand dyed & felted sheep’s wool, tumeric, madder root, indigo, cochineal bugs.
the holes in my bedroom in space: fungus from a study group, 2020. Installation, text piece through plants, wax, paper, hand dyed sheep’s wool, wire, Citrus Vulcan Hystrix Tree, Canna, Echinacea Purpurea, Begonia, Salvia.
Detail. the holes in my bedroom in space: fungus from a study group, 2020. Installation, text piece through plants, wax, paper, hand dyed sheep’s wool, wire, Citrus Vulcan Hystrix Tree, Canna, Echinacea Purpurea, Begonia, Salvia.
Video still. my hole is the place i call myself a mother, 2020. Single Channel HD video, 20.25 mins.
Detail. the holes in my bedroom in space: fungus from a study group, 2020. Installation, text piece through plants, wax, paper, hand dyed sheep’s wool, wire, Citrus Vulcan Hystrix Tree, Canna, Echinacea Purpurea, Begonia, Salvia.
Video still. my hole is the place i call myself a mother, 2020. Single Channel HD video, 20.25 mins.
my hole is the place where i call myself a mother is a solo exhibition about holes, how to listen to them and how to tend to them. Taking form as a cosmic sonic essay through film, installation, poetry and textiles, the exhibition follows the mystical coming-of-age story of a vampiric 8000 year old being, a burning meteorite and the visitation of an alien fungus that translates the unspeakable voices of trees.
Inspired by the medieval English lyric ‘Fowelles in the Frith,’ in which to walk with the forest one “must go mad”, the choral voices of an angelic narrator lead us as they dream of learning to listen to trees and their resultant transformations. Through an eco-erotics of holes: holes-in-time, black holes, mouths, ears and other bodily junctures are threaded into a spiralling cosmology of trans motherhood for birthing other worlds. Featuring performance with Sarjon Azouz and a score with Marie Tučková, the video installation troubles relations of belonging, musicality and Christian mysticism, questioning how can we listen to the unspeakably sensual, inarticulable and untranslatable?
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Commissioned and produced by Well Projects, with generous support from the Arts Council England.