I AM LEAVING THE PAROCHIAL WUNDERKAMMER, IN SEARCH OF DIVINITY.
Persephone the transsexual: goddess of spring, wife of death, harbinger of duality. (Mother of the dismissed). Graphite, Oil, Acrylic and Impasto on Canvas, 198 x 122 cm, 2024.
AFFIRMATIONS FOR A TRANSSEXUAL ECOFEMINIST RENAISSANCE:
1. I will no longer exist in the Wunderkammers of men
2. I will murder the worlds taxidermists
3. I will refuse to be your fantasy
4. I will find solace in the earth
5. I will rigorously and unwaveringly love my sisters
6. I will never forget the oneness
Matrilineal Love/Matrilineal War (Nature Morte/Trophy Hunt)
Graphite, Oil, Acrylic and Impasto on Canvas, 198 x 122 cm, 2024.
To all the women I have loved and admired:
I am sorry our relationships have been so contentious… Women’s trauma seems to be cyclical and generational; I have never been able to detangle love from violence, and objectification from admiration. Perhaps many women in my families lineage have dealt with this too.
My sister and mother and grandmothers are fierce women, I hope I am too.
There was a time when me and my mother went into the fields under the full moon; the horses were sleeping - and we lay down on the sticky celestially kissed grass with them, they put their heads and bodies in our arms…
In that moment I was in my essence, I was seen. That was me and my mothers manifesto for life; a shared moment between two hurting crones and the equines they worshipped
- embraced in the tenderness of mother moon.
Mother, Madonna, Whore and Child (Ode to the othered body). Graphite, Oil, Acrylic and Impasto on Canvas, 198 x 122cm, 2024.
The Madonna and child, the immaculate conception. The mourning of a womb. Mother universe performed a hysterectomy on me when I was in the womb. I am my own mother. I mourn having a mother. I mourn the ability to be a mother.
Cygnus transformed into a swan when he died, I transformed into a swan to give birth to myself. A reproductive cosmic haemorrhaging.
Mother Mary was a transexual, Mother Mary was a swan, Mother Mary was a man’s fantasy of a tight virginal pussy, Mother Mary was a ruse, I am Mother Mary. I am not a ruse.
Lilith: my namesake, my body, my renaissance.
Graphite, Oil, Acrylic and Impasto on Canvas, 198 x 122cm, 2024.
HERMAPHRODITA UXOR JESU ERAT. MARIA ERAT DEUS. DII TUI MORTUI SUNT. ADORATE ME ET SORORES MEAS PRO. PATRES PAROECIALES NOSTRA SORORITAS OCCIDET. VERTAMUS IN LAURI ARBORES. PECCATUM ORIGINALE FABULA EST. CORPUS MEUM DIVINUM EST. DIVINUS CORPOREUS EST.
THE WIFE OF JESUS WAS A TRANNY. MARY WAS A GOD. YOUR GODS ARE DEAD. WORSHIP ME AND MY SISTERS INSTEAD. OUR SISTERHOOD WILL KILL THE PARISH FATHERS. LET US TURN INTO LAUREL TREES. THE ORGINAL SIN IS A MYTH. MY BODY IS DIVINE. GOD IS CORPOREAL. I AM LILITH, MOTHER OF THE DEMONS, THE TRANSSEXUAL CAST INTO THE LIMELIGHT.
THE HUNTED SWAN WAS A SYMBOL OF WEALTH, PROSPERITY AND POWER. MEN HAVE ALWAYS RELISHED IN TAKING THE LIVES OF THAT WHICH THEY DESIRE AND FETISHISE. I WONDER IF HE SAW ME AS A SWAN. HE CERTAINLY NEVER SAW ME AS A SWAN IN THE WAY I DID.
I suppose I have always been an object for men to hunt and taxidermy and keep in their wunderkammers. All women have always been this way too. The other is always hunted.
But he murdered the swan, he hunted me like a trophy for my soft feathers and long neck. He gutted me, he stole my organs, and ate them to nourish himself. He left me as a cavernous ribcage and moved on to hunt his next trophy.
I RECLAIM THE HYSTERIA OF THE BAROQUE AND THE FETISHISED DEPICTIONS OF THE HUNTED OTHER BY MEN. THEY ARE MINE NOW, THEY BELONG TO ME AND MY SISTERS. WE RELISH IN IT. FUCK YOU FOR HUNTING US FOR ALL THESE YEARS, WE CONTINUE TO BLOOM, EVEN IN OUR DEATHS.
TAXIDERMY: IN DEATH I STILL LOVE YOU. (Triptych), Graphite, Acrylic, Oil and Impasto on Canvas, 80cm x 100cm per painting, 2024.
My Love, Ours was a Cosmic Blooming (an ode to Angelo). Sound, goose and duck feathers, plum tree branches, apple tree branches, assorted flowers, twine, steel wire, wool, impasto, water based ink, 2023.
LOVE ALLOWS THE EMBRACE OF THE UNIVERSE
AS IF IN UTERO;
THE COSMOS EMBRACES EVERY PORE,
EVERY VEIN,
EVERY BONE,
EVERY CELL,
ALLOWING THE CHEST AND ABDOMEN CAVITIES TO OPEN IN SAFETY…
AS THE SINEW OF THE SOUL UNTANGLES
AND REACHES TOWARD THE MOON.
LOVE IS THE INFINITE PROMISE OF BLOOMING.
MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THE ECSTACY OF BLOOMING ITSELF,
IT IS THE UNFURLING OF THE SOUL
AND THE PROMISE OF NEW GROWTH.
IT IS AN ANTICIPATION OF GLORY,
IT IS THE HOME OF TENDERNESS
AND TRANSFORMATION…