slipping my tongue into your mouth to consume my meaning, struggling to speak around the words that were never yours to begin with, you wonder: what is left that is mine?
i am happy to see them! they would be great in nickel! how many do you think you will make?
using themn to eat is very different from using them to speak with, i would also argue stronger. it becomes quite intimate, your mouth feeding the mouth of the other. for a brief moment i imagine them when they touch, one laying on top of the other. the intimacy shifts and you become, literal, tool to the intimacy that shifts to the food that is consumed. your body becoming a frame by which to offer the consumable.
i keep thinking back to derrida's beloved....gotta read that again.
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um, these are a beeswax model, the final piece will be bronze plated in food-grade nickel.
I want people to use these to eat with.
i am happy to see them! they would be great in nickel! how many do you think you will make?
using themn to eat is very different from using them to speak with, i would also argue stronger.
it becomes quite intimate, your mouth feeding the mouth of the other. for a brief moment i imagine them when they touch, one laying on top of the other. the intimacy shifts and you become, literal, tool to the intimacy that shifts to the food that is consumed. your body becoming a frame by which to offer the consumable.
i keep thinking back to derrida's beloved....gotta read that again.
I have made 10, I will bring 1 to Montreal.
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