A beeswax vessel with the shape of a potato moulded into its centre was the next course to be presented to the audience. Once received a small hole with a thin beeswax membrane was to be pierced and the nectar-like contents drunken with a straw. The taste of perfume and valerian mingling with the smell of honey describes my initial experience of this course. Once drunken, it felt similarly to draining a cellular entity of all its life-force as one sucked its contents from its shell-like existence.

For this sequence I wanted to get under the earth of a crop, like trying to get inside something. As you drain the contents of the beeswax chamber the liquid courses through your body down into the gut along many curves of the intestines. A giant field of undulating flowers along with marijuana plants rise and fall, a force unto itself. This tidal wave constrains the space of the screen, the camera is set close to the action like the audience’s mouth to the sculpture, moving through this energy field.