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one collaborative performance with AGROFEMME at Satellite Fair (Pharmacy location) in Miami Beach and one solo performance at The Jellysuite in Wynwood, during Miami Art Week, both as part of NON GRATA and WILD TORUS' Diverse Universe Performance Festival
during the first piece, I am sitting in a beach chair directly across from AGROFEMME in a sexy black dress and a face mask lined with sharp pins. I am staring at her lecherously while slowly eating a pear, a fruit steeped in Christian sexual symbology. AF responds by violently hacking at a bunch of large carrots with a butcher knife. I unravel the christmas tree at my feet and point it at her, like a pine-phallus. AF approaches my chair with a cactus paddle and slaps me across the face. She then wrestles the xmas tree out of my hands and uses it to whip me on my backside while I chew on the minced carrots, face to the floor. Satisfied, AF pours a bucket of beach sand on my head, burying it, and after several minutes, I begin slowly crawling out of the space, with AF on my back, the tree triumphantly in her arms.
for the second performance, I begin the piece at the end of a long hallway. I am wearing athletic Nike shoes, a 'Straight Outta Miami Beach' tank-top alluding to my home town, red lipstick-stained hands, my father's scuba diving knife strapped to my thigh. An old boating paddle is strapped to my body, peaking out from behind my head. On my head is wrapped a Batman/Joker-themed pillowcase from my childhood with the words 'HA HA HA' printed throughout. In my left hand is a meat hook, which I am using to drag several medical bags used by my mother for her home dialysis treatment. Over my right shoulder is the christmas tree, now adorned with lights and ornaments, but wrapped in a white sheet, resembling a body, but also evoking the iconographies of Christ carrying the cross, Hemingway's 'Old Man' carrying the mast, and Spike Lee's 'Radio Raheem'.
With surgical precision, I move throughout the space, throwing the plastic bags over the ceiling beams, thrashing my face with the christmas phallus, crushing the ornaments under my feet, slashing the bags so that the fluid from my mother's body now cascades cooly over mine, prodding the audience with my tree, momentarily electrocuting myself, and finally 'rubbing out' the end of the tree-phallus so that my pine needle ejacula is strewn around the space before I walk out with the remains of the medical equipment.
principal photography by Laura Mintz and Katherine Allee
"The tall fir tree of Pentheus sways and yields, it crashes to the ground overborne by these flames and floods of Dionysus. Pentheus himself, when once he touches earth, is seized by the women. Flames they are no longer, and they are not floods, but of a sudden they become the many-handed earthquake which has shaken Thebes, and so they rend and hideously mangle Pentheus' limbs. His head is plucked from his body, his feet are wrenched from his legs, his thighs are forced from their sockets, and his sides are flayed and lacerated foully. Tossed into the air, his limbs deface the leafage of the trees, and his head is spiked on a spear to be carried off in triumph by his mother Agave." - Louis Dyer