Landing Strip, 2014

Trocadero Art Space, Footscray

Performance, 60 light bulbs, medical tape, ply, electrical transformers, electricity

 
 
 

There is light.

There are sixty orbs of light. 

There, aligned into rows of five by twelve.

There are two feet, two legs, one torso, two arms and hands and a head.

There is bandage, there is leather; there is skin, muscle, bone.

There is downward force.

There is an electric force shattered by an electrical impulse.

There inside a brain, and then inside a limb.

There is my eye that meets the light that burns my vision.

There is the sun as generator.

There is a loss of differentiation.

There is the bandage falling away without ever having left the body.

There the skin becomes a shield, becomes too strong becomes a worry.

There is smoke and broken glass.

There is glass once fused by burning heat.

There is darkness, row-by-row.

There is a sizzling, smoke as fuses smoulder.

There I see a flare brief as a star is to sun.

There are protests, lights returning. 

There is a downward force.

There is darkness, row-by-row.

There is darkness.

Text by Saskia Doherty in response to the performance.