green-bean, grandma; lightning-bolt, great-grandpa

In the cavernous halls of a secret disused printing press, the artist trims their beard of green-beans whilst dancing salsa with the mirror. The audience are granted one wish per slice of bean. Visions are shared of tortoises with party whistles stuck up their nostrils and bomber planes dropping flutes across the land that play themselves as they free-fall. The artist is struck by lightning and gives birth to a dish sponge which they feed with fresh soapy water from a nursing bottle before using the sponge-child to scrub the floor and the old machines. Informed by work as artist in residence at Wits School of Arts and Johannesburg Lightning Research Laboratory, University of the Witwatersrand.

Photos: Juan Vilela.