Dirty, landed on the ground and at the same time longing for our origins in the water. Hatching, slippery, sunbeams tickle the belly. What might it mean to glimpse the preciousness of life in those “lesser” layers of experience sealed beneath the concrete of civilisation?
Drawing on personal experiences connected to his physical disability, Michael Turinsky outlines a utopia of the human that opposes the upright, civilised, endlessly productive and – precisely because of this – endlessly destructive body with one that is close to the ground, cyclical, pulsating and metabolic. In “Soiled”, this very body is asserted as a profoundly human one – a body that savours its own organicity with pleasure, a body that dives into the dark pool of early memories and precisely from there, the unifying milieu of a burgeoning new community.