warning, large font up ahead

So, who is BK?
(and yes, she was teased by her high-school friends with affectionate fervency at Burger-time)

Let's talk about voice baby, about all the good things and the bad things that make me - I want to talk about 'Lebanese' voice

Body + Voice x 10 = default plurality ??

What if there appear to be 100 voices to a body at one time...

A flock

or assembly of voices

So when I look at

or

I treat the image/object as a kind of depot for voices.

I wonder what voices are in there, why they're there, have they traveled far, how long will they stay, who are they looking for in the audience, are they flirting and with whom, will they leave together or go their separate ways in the chlorinated slipstream of the night...


BK is potentially a ficto-accurate image/object voice depot playing hardball.

She's my way of working through this question, what does it mean to say I'm a lesbian, but to be in two minds about it.

To be in two (or more) minds connects to how I think about everyday experience in a lot of ways; that being in two minds is an access point to perceiving or experiencing the irrefutable distance between myself and all the others (or just an other), which can't be collapsed.

It makes me engage with ways this distance is manipulated, warped, disturbed, celebrated, starved, stuffed, morphed, draped, stowed, pampered, persuaded, nagged, shuffled...is it what we do with the distance that matters, and does glbt experience make one a little more able to tackle it, in difference to hetero gender/power play distance, which seems to world-dominate (ok, so I'm generalising, but it's necessary to my point)...

The voices are distances that bruise the image, the object, the subject, to use a Hito phrase. BK is also a way to understand how homophobia might be integrated into a conversation about female same-sex experience. Like a lot of figures in my work she works along a scale of meekness and aggression, which have always had a queer resonance for me. I guess this is one voice in the distance-depot I'd like represented amongst these works, thus trying to figure it out, within and beyond the aesthetics of the depot.


Any thoughts, feelings, mumblings in the dark welcome! I think I'm ready for a bigger font, lucky this is the LARGEST.