WOMAN WITH STONES
Why are you looking at me now? Why are you looking at me again? What if I pulled my teeth? Cut my hair underneath my chin? (Grimes feat. Janelle Monáe)
What if biomass and subjectivity were distributed differently between nature and humankind? – Or seen from a different angle: What if nature herself wore drag? Temporary humanoid figures enter the space. They invoke divas and stones and let them coincide in their bodies as versions of a shared identity. They devote themselves to the relationship between these imaginary subjectivities and provoke an interaction of emerging and disappearing, of assimilation and dissimilation.