BEA HURD

Devour Digest Devote

On view:

August 7 – September 11

Reception:

August 6, 6 – 8 PM

I have decided to paint my skin with Astroturf in order to no longer to see me.

 

I will here, and forever after,

 

be Turf.

 

I will feel firm plastic blades pressing

 

against skin, threatening puncture.

 

I allow,

 

I consent, to turf.

 

Use blade to drain me.

 

Astroturf makes exoskeleton of me.

 

I rid myself of the need for maintenance.

 

I am, here, and forever after,

 

Ladyhood hollowed.

 

I am a hydrophobic lawn.

 

Water me. Watch as it spills down thighs

 

and collects at the ground.

 

I am grass that never grows.

 

An absence of production.

 

I am green. Vivacious.

 

I am grass turned Siren.

 

I want you to lay on me.

 

Feel the rigidity of my body.

 

Feel the absence of authenticity.

 

I choose beauty simplified.

 

And absence.

 

I see green only in absence.

 

I find myself in stagnancy.

 

I am the Astroturf rug in the living room.

 

I am the irony.

 

Throw away mechanics and spread me.

 

I highlight the missing.

 

Paint me a greener hue.

 

Notice me.

 

I am a grass lawn

 

made plastic.

Artist Instagram: @beayond_art