Performance, The window, a temporary art space in Union Arcade, High Street, Birmingham, (2006)
Wearing my wedding dress and armed with a lot of HP sauce (made in Aston, Birmingham), I filled this shopping arcade window space with indexical HP kisses – all over the window, walls and wedding dress.
A greeting, a goodbye, a questionable domestic and caring gesture, it was grafittiesque and painful. The HP sauce made my lips so sore and swollen that I eventually lost count and couldn’t continue. Siting a domestic and emotive private exchange in a public space in this way, parodied the masquerades of women and culture of masquerade and performance of femininity.
A strange tribute to gendered tenderness and trauma.