Solo show @ Antenne, Copenhagen, 2018.
Linted armour, gulping back eggs,
the thirstiest dry wit treds water in feathers
buoying forth hot cash for a fanged womb
— a room, that damned container
of star-prep, where looking-glasses look back
at a bottle-bodied lady in a sodden crochet dress,
(the glass is making little circles on the table)
time to get outta here
— they have little teeth, extra
hidden under their tongues
to cut her and carrier bag body
all plastic, thin like the child thinks the sky.
Even her eyes be-holden
they stretch out sags at the seams
(and so on and so on
spill over spill over).
The lotus
a solid house
the sound of the sea…
Thin hunted, Oom upon the bank
Sows lights and glass messages
anything for clothes in a lucky, unlucky dress:
a soft white echo of a chain mail suit
calcified verities shelled out for a cup
under the re-formed washroom moon
Poem by Hannah Regel
The exhibition is generously supported by Københavns Billedkunstudvalg, Grosserer L. F. Foghts Fond and Poul Johannesen Fonden.