I started making these small vessels out of crank, which remind me of little instruments, little organs, which got me thinking about the phonetic parts of the body, the parts which make noise, receive or process noise, how the body is just a control centre, processing information, with a filtration system for the information output. This is where 'waste' becomes important and interesting. Our waste is an explanation of our internal monologue. I always examine my period blood to find out the health of my reproductive system. The amount of pain I have tells me how much my blood is clotting. More stagnant months are more painful. More sad months are also more painful. My snot tells me how healthy my sinuses and chest are, and reflects my eating. My urine speaks of my kidney health, urethra, bladder. I urinate more when I am anxious, I defecate less when I am sad or stressed. These things are interesting to me because my body sometimes seems to know my emotional state before I do. On an intellectual level it is sometimes impossible to articulate how we feel, but the body paints it for us in our effluvia, sculpts us into the shape of our joy or misery or grief or excitement. So I think THAT is what I want to make. Those moments and feelings and bodily explanations of the emotional life.
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