Nikita Berezco

Asexual loose soft mouldable non resistant compliant stretched out flesh endowed with youthful jouissance expanding itself through space thus enacting territorial violence on a micro scale. Empty touches and “bare particle” embodied ideals of dying white men, bodies succumbing to demands that can never be met, embodied ideals of a failed enlightenment project - endless progress, you can always do better and you should. To give it technique and discipline to give it names and centre, to position everything under a structure of centre and periphery, cause and effect. Im a neutral pelvis, an apolitical bone. To bring all your body processes and all the plenum of voices, the bodies within the body and all the organs and the cells and traumas and memory and urges - all resting calmly under one coherent name; to discipline to order the body, to instrumentalize it and tame it, to push thorough tiredness and fatigue, to push through utter exaction and anxiety for the sake of totality and coherence, for the sake of battling against that which is noisy, bodily noise on stage is undesirable, protect me from the abject oh father.

All I want is to become a mollusc once again, no matter how fleetingly.

We have received over 200 applications. We will only contact the selected artists in 2 months time. I swallow my soup. Then in the midst of what I am reading, I think: "The soup is in me, I have it in this pouch which I will never see, my stomach." I feel with two fingers and I touch the mass, the motion of the food there inside. And I am this, a bag with food inside of it.

My vertebrae represent 'remnants of a dead past in a living present'. Accordingly, we long to return to the oceanic flow, we long to extravasate back toward primordial orgasmic-pulsation, to give ourselves up to blissful starfish-becomings-sacrificing axial rigidity for hydraulic flow and ridding ourselves of this vertebral impalement.