Infilitrate

Infiltrate, 2009, mixed media including 35mm colour slide and diascopic viewmaster plus sound, 134 H x 58.5 D x 55 W cm approx

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There is a continuous stream coming out of my mouth, as I lean over, hands grasping on to the ledge of the kitchen sink. It’s not vomit. I thought at first it was water but its texture, although fluid, is not entirely liquid. I can feel with my lips this outer glazing – a membrane - metallic in places, encasing a tunnel that protrudes in to the drain of the sink. I can do nothing but be this way. I have never experienced the urgency to speak so great until now.  A worm hole has emerged. When I look down the spherical mass appears to be flowing or rotating and I wonder if some part of me will travel through this tunnel from an intra-universe and if I will transcend beyond the kitchen drain, or local sewage tank. I can’t loosen my grip from the sink’s edge, I have to hold on, if I want to go on, I will have to find a way without using my hands to extract this thing from the depths of me; I can do nothing but be this way.