BLOOM: WE'RE GOING TO DIE, 2020
12 minutes, 36 seconds, HD video, stereo sound
This work is for thinking about your death. My death – they/them – us, death.
It is one for the sensual cycle of carbon and humans-in-waiting.
It begins with the individuation that resonates inside the saliva of the colonial capitalist skull. Sonorous shadows made tall by the father tongue; divides the throb into a single pulse. This happened long before we arrived (t)here. It cuts the causality of gesture, divides, distances, disembodies.
This is a work for thinking about the inversion of extinction; flowers turning earthward. The necro-gardens of our species. How does your virus grow?
(Re)mixed temporalities and the ouroboric bruise between brows. The viral copy.
The eco-techno, the unmaking of the earth, the mark without you, I, we, us.
How does your virus grow?
It is one for the cyber-fractals, the metabolising reactions; proteins and chaining stems.
A return to the (w)hole, from the separation of gesture, from the sum of nothing.
Many people take great pleasure in their garden.
The corporal passing, data mine, the carbon blooming.
Bloom, and the blood will expand.
Extinction is, I promise - we’re going to die.