Tiresian Butch; Strophic Icefield. Video/Performance.

Violences are swallowed in my body’s indeterminacy. I want to ingest it all and turn magma from the pressure. I want to digest it in my mantle core. I want red opacity. I want blue clairvoyance. (These are the same). The indeterminacy of queerness thrusts itself back out at transparency- denies clarity at exposure. Illegibility becomes power, even as pain forces its way into vulnerability. If I become a body of ice, what can be imposed upon me? What can I impose?

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In music, “strophic” is used to describe a piece with a central repetition or ritual (think: the application of ice to body as my strophic stanza).
From the same root, στρέφω, to twist or writhe, “strophium” was the Roman term for breast binding.

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Three channel video installation, wall painting, performance, written text.