RATHER YOU THAN ME
A small change from black to white, but the pictorial dynamics changed completely.
Whereas the black was affirmative, in a strange way positive and life-assertive, the translucent white wax became menacing and deadly.
I felt very tired, wanted to sleep all the time and proposed for my next show to build a metal container with a glass ceiling, where I would sleep during the duration of the show.
But it never happened.
Instead I made more white metal paintings, with plastic tubes protruding and interconnected wires between the different metal components, usually two, slightly different to each other, but kind of the same, seemingly transporting bodily fluids.
I didn’t realise it at the time, but I had moved to a white world of hospitals wards and toxic resins (Ward 0937) . . . and found myself pregnant with twins.
CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU