Performance commissioned for The window 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 the space with indexical HP kisses. I covered the window, walls and wedding dress I was wearing. 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 parodied the masquerade and performance of femininity. The timeless symbol of the kiss becomes slow and painful as the spicy HP sauce induces swelling and soreness. A strange tribute to gendered tenderness and trauma.


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