The Mutant Mermaid
During this performance, I lay on the banks of a river dressed as a mutant mermaid, brought ashore by the tide of “polluted” dreams: fake fur body, latex tail, red hair with a shell crown and three breasts. Next to me there are small fur fish that meow, the fruit of genetic mutations like me. There is always something monstruous about trying to project an image of ourselves. To the eye of the beholder, when fantasy and reality mingle, mutations occur, schizophrenia sets in and dreams are broken.