Thinking about the moral ambiguities of intervening in Libya, and more generally about how relativistic our morality is, how we constantly adjust our world view in order to feel good about ourselves, an image occurred to me of a body bound and dumped like a murder victim, an allegorical figure of conscience. I realised this could be my struggling form, hidden under a dirty tarpaulin. The first thing I did was make a quick mockup, to work out the scale. It needed to be big enough to be noticed if it was partially hidden, but small enough to be realistically worrying.
Then I made a plaster model, marking a new iteration of the sine wave form that has fascinated me for the last two years. As I was wrapping it up in string, I was reminded of Japanese bondage photos I'd seen (by Araki, I think), and if you google Kinbaku you'll see what I mean. We are complicit in the structures that cause us and others pain and unhappiness. Is Capitalism a form of sado-masochism?
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