STORY OF THE LITTLE OTHER
& THE UNFORM
Film exploring themes of internalised violence, a desire for the smooth and the positive and the expulsion of otherness.
Tired and burnt out, they cling.
Cling to what makes them, feel at ease, at home.
There is no price high enough on the ware of convenience.
Their minds consumed with futile, hopeful satisfcation.
And yet, they concede.
A life worth having
The rose gold of existence
In apparent abundance of the great
To feed the unquenchable hunger of the internalised violence within
The burnout glob is hungry
No matter the volume of grades, of wealth, of social reign.
The interior damage spreads
As the Burnout Glob grows, it's oily tendrils search for more.
Never satied the weary Unform will burn
And yet, there is light
As the Unform suppresses the moments of otherness
Of nature, of people, of difference
A punctate point of light manifests in a deep well -
A metaphysical place within the broken Unform
Mothering Wings they come
Following the light, the moths come
They give everything and wrap their wings and lives around it
Beneath the blanket of mothers
The Little Other grows
It is time for the Little Other to begin her work
To revive, reanimate, repair the broken Unform
Little Other is strong
Yet she is far older than she should be
She bears all bear in honesty
With nothing to hide
Making use of her now saggy tits that do not weigh her down
She unashamedly shares all
A lifetime's allocation of fret, of doubt, of never enough
Accelerates Little Other's
And so, she is as she is
Now, Little Other's work begins
To steal mental objects from the mind of the Unform
To infuse it with her innate otherness
Before replanting this inspired thought within the Unform once more
And so the liberated thought hunts out the Burnout Glob
Permeating it's oily skin, driving it wretched and wild
The agitated mass struggles, inflicting a deeper hunger for more of what it craves
And the Unform will feed it
Yet the light remains
The Little Other's work succeeded
And in that moment The Unform must choose
Spit, eradicate the Glob
Swallow, go on as before
An inevitable cycle ensues
For a time will come when Unform will crave and cave
And swallow the Burnout Glob, again.
Mentioned in NEON Review of Masters Show 2019