The Plum Tree, 2017
fibreglass, plums and performer
1,261 x 1,371 x 2,794 mm
Do you remember the plum tree? Red orbs, small and pert, darkening under the sun before dropping into the long grass where we would either find them or squish them between our toes, breaking apart the skin to open up the golden insides to the fading summer light. The sun reflected in our palms. Eat the sun! The sun has a stone! Spit it out! It will grow more suns! Eat as many as you can fit in your mouth. Three? I’m doing four! See the juice from the sun rolling down my chin. Trickling and spilling, and then barfing. Vomiting in the dry grass. Eyes welling up with the effort. Laughing and puking. Vomiting up the sun. Many suns. Bent over in the golden light, your face stroking the grass, you are a goddess of excess in the orchard puking out her guts; a body turned into a song with each contraction.
– Sriwhana Spong