Candy Drooler, 2024
2024
sculpture
60" x 24" x 12"
stockings, string, fake fur, inflated PVC, glass marbles
Candy Drooler
Candy Drooler hangs and turns, a column of pearled pink bulbs, an orifice fringed in soft fur. From its mouth pours a long stream of pink and white string—drool made permanent, the inside arriving on the outside. This is abjection in its plainest form: what belongs within—saliva, the leaked, the half-digested—breaches the membrane of the proper self and pools on the floor in a glistening heap. We should recoil. Instead the thing is sweet, pink, almost adorable, its excretion candy-colored and endless, sugaring the horror until disgust softens into appetite. And then the question the work keeps asking: could you kneel at the stream? Could you imagine the human bending to drink—taking the alien's interior into your own, communion run backward, nourishment drawn from the abject? The drool is an offering; to accept it is to dissolve the line between what is kept out and what is taken in.
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