CHARISMA - South London Gallery 
I wear a shiny light suit and a gormless gaping expression, reflectively exaggerating the audience's interest in me. Clumsily attempting to be charismatic and reaching for transcendence through style, I sniff at and lick my suit before proceeding to chew and bite it off. Sometimes on the floor, sometimes standing up. From a headband a silver bobble is a lunar antennae, a satellite circling my head as the movement is driven by this strenuous intensive biting, pulling and chewing. It is tough, contortionist work, grunting and listening as my mouth bleeds to stain the disintegrating suit. As the focal point of a performance event I am simultaneously generating, destroying and interrogating my charisma.



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