I want to talk about clinging, clinging on. That time that we were clinging, How we were clinging, clinging - To time, the time before, the time before the clinging it was clinging, clutching, grasping clasp, embrace. It was drawing, fast and loose and leaking, drips and oozes in the air We were clinging, gripping, grasping, dancing with the – what I mean to say is, rather reaching back and clinging on It was clinging, clinging on. That time that it was incremental, falling, through the ceiling to the floor. If it was clinging we were loose, or rather held in clasping grip. The days outside were glistening and cold. Bring some amethyst and whisper through the mist. It was leaky, seeping, oozy, drippy back when nights were glimmering, like – a bit more glimmer, a little less glisten, keep clinging, wash cycle D 1hour 10 at 40 degrees, listen to the steady drip - It was leaking, through the ceiling little drips, like incremental oozing dropping seeping, the floor was clinging but the ceiling was drawing and/or rather the reverse of that the grip -But still cycle E gentle spin 30 degrees It was dripping through the ceiling, or rather it was dripping through the floor but drawing down and clinging to the - holding clenching doing its best but – try to hide the threads – the glycerine is glistening and seeping onto glass. The spin was spinning crystalline dropping and I couldn’t stop or cling -

What I mean is - 10 litres of water gushing through the floor not clinging now but more of the opposite of cling spin back release

But what I mean is how we are all clinging like drips, like this oozy leaky seeping, how this cling is clingy – a bit of cling a little loose, clipped on stuck back – and we cling on when it’s raining, the sort of drip where you can’t see the rain but you can feel it, the drips are on the inside, hair wet and down the collar to the spine. 10 litres and and The spinal weepy tap – spinning dripping slowly, softly secret oozy leaky mess. Unplugged it all and waited for the grip to ease. Three slots for delivery, a jar of lavender gathered at the equinox last - waited in, clinging to the or rather being clung to

Waiting for the spring or sprung to shivering tap still dripping through the next door flat the texts were ever angrier, clinging or rather gripping to that point of view which glistens angry and still no delivery we shrug and sip it back

Performed as part of Clinging On at twoplustwo Gallery, ACME Studios

March 2025

Artist Talk chaired by Paul Carey-Kent