Hear Me Whisk
Hear Me Whisk was a Salon of performances that narrate a story of coming of age, feminist vindications and my foreign condition. A fiction in a clinical and confusingly domestic set up that wrestles back and forth between intimacy, therapy, commodity or ambiguous irony. The performances included a fist-juice making action on a tiled plinth, a constant cream whisker, a whipped cream and butter knife leg shaving display on a tiled slide-seat, a cod liver oil feeder on a dentist chair, a SAD lamp-bather on a deck chair and a cello player.
Photography by Estrella Melero ©