More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. The dark, dark liver-love it, love it, and the beat and beating heart, love that too. And all your inside parts that they’d just as soon slop for hogs, you got to love them. So love your neck put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up. And O my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. Feet that need to rest and to dance backs that need support shoulders that need arms, strong arms I’m telling you. What you put into it to nourish your body they will snatch away and give you leavins instead. “What you scream from it they do not hear. Playing off the red-light district’s notions, what happens in back alleys, and the XXX format or showcasing text-promoting my audience to consider how they consume minorities, for instance, through their art, dress, rituals, spirituality, or physical body through the sex trade or ambivalence to this significant social epidemic. This neon was made directly to address and bring awareness to Canada’s sex trade, primarily targeting the Indigenous population. This neon is beckoning the audience’s attention by cheekily posing questions of how we view, touch, and feel flesh-an almost cannibalistic prompt about how we consume the body within visual, political, and economic languages. The value, commodification, representation, and identity politics surrounding the skin are driving forces within my practice.
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