A Displaced Anatomy
Watercolour and gold paint on paper 97.5cm x 220cm
Some of us who are displaced never had a fixed abode. Like the shaman’s diver bird, we can only travel between worlds, from land to water to sky. Lost everywhere, at home anywhere, we drag fragments from one domain into another, disrupting others boundaries. Mobile bodies of the imagination, shape shifters with wings, fins and scales. When the land is painful we enter the deep water or we dissociate into the sky. Along the way, multiple transformations occur, they are like mutilations, breakages, or fractures, but they are also an incorporation.
Incorporate means to take into your body, or give something bodily form. So painful transformations are also incorporations, of contradictions, a harmonising of oppositions, creating a discordia concors.
A harmony of disparate…
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