“Temporary Business”

2021 / Jason Platform outdoor gallery / Copenhagen

How long has she been there, defying decomposition, nobody knows. But the layers are getting thicker as she crawls and crawls and crawls and crawls. Up, where the sunlight pierces through the open cracks and her lengthy fingernails are scratching, clawing through the soil. She is boiling, roasting, red-hot fuming. The fresh air too unbearable to be inhaled, the light too bright to be absorbed - so she vents. Completely chaotic, headless, spineless. She needs a form - any distinct style - to clasp onto. So that she could tend to some temporary business - and then be gone again forever.