During it I will be sewing myself into a cocoon made from cow stomachs. Its a performance that I've been seeing as a sort of transformative, healing type process. Its my ode to Carolee Schneeman's 'Meat Joy,' with the meat acting as an enclosure, a cocoon, a reassuring space. In 'Meat Joy' it always seemed to me that the performers were really getting sexy with the meat, that it was a real celebration of flesh.
I suppose in my performance I'm anticipating that it wont be so much a sensual experience as me creating a sort of soothing, womb space for myself. To be honest, I think this is a work that's in its experimental stages..... So it's difficult for me to say exactly what it's about.
I am particularly noticing the smell of the tripe though. It really rather disgusts me. It makes me wonder about butchers, who must have all the meat juices soaking into their hands all the time. The smell of the innards and meat and stuff. It's abject.
