At no moment do I know what I’m talking about, nor of whom, nor of where, nor how, nor why, but I could employ fifty wretches for this sinister operation and still be short of a fifty-first, to close the circuit, that I know, without knowing what it means…*

Buche

Mi buche, mi buche lleno, mi buche está lleno.

Regurgitar

Regurgitar

Regurgitar

Regurgitar

Regurgitar

Pap.

El meu pap, el meu pap ple, el meu pap està ple.

Regurgitar

Regurgitar

Regurgitar

Regurgitar

Regurgitar

Crop.

My crop, my full crop, my crop is full.

Regurgitate

Regurgitate

Regurgitate

Regurgitate

Regurgitate

*Samuel Beckett, “The Unnamable”

Buche was part of H o l d i n g s p a c e curated by Kate Buckley. The exhibition took place at General Practice Project Space Lincoln in May 2019.