As time went by my shame was always there, their laughter resounding in my head. I grew and the shame swelled with me. I was so big, and I wasn’t even in love anymore. I was growing bored. I kept falling, but couldn’t even find trill in the simple anymore. “So meaningless!” I said to myself and dropped to the ground, never to get up again. The pieces of hope had all become pieces of shame and I feasted on them. I crawled on all fours burying my head and body in the thrash. “Yes, my Queen” I whispered, as I ate the dirt right off the ground.
Sif Hedegård viser skulpturer og performance, der undersøger, hvordan man kan forholde sig til noget, der føles anderledes end den, man selv synes, man er. Det udforskes i mødet mellem væskebeholdere som badekar, opvaskebaljer og kroppe og forskellige nordiske pop-mytologier.
Identiteten, der bliver til fiktion i mødet med det andet.
Sif Hedegård er uddannet fra Det Fynske Kunstakademi i 2015.
Kilde: c4 projects