Hunger is for food, for love, for contact with the Earth, for sustenance. We are born hungry , nursed or bottle fed and then fed again by caregivers in a nursing home. We rehearse by feeding ourselves mindfully, by feeding others, by growing food.
This performance is about my relationship to food which is one which gives me fodder for performances and prompts for my therapists. I was bottle fed, allergic to cows milk and then brought up on goat's milk. And at 20, developed anorexia, going from 135-80 pounds.
As a life-long anorexic, never comfortable in restaurants, to be fed publically is a way to help me pay aesthetic attention to food, a way to be 'HELPED" by others via the act of being fed, a way to receive and rehearse the future possibility of my being fed by a nurse in a nursing home.
As a life-long anorexic, never comfortable in restaurants, to be fed publically is a way to help me pay aesthetic attention to food, a way to be 'HELPED" by others via the act of being fed, a way to receive and rehearse the future possibility of my being fed by a nurse in a nursing home.
May all migrants, may all children of the poor who are perpetually hungry, may all who are forced to eat chemically tainted food, be nourished in ways that heal their loss of nutrition.
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