All this transformed instantaneously the moment I entered ‘Poison’, the long awaited show of new works by Paul Insect. Reality shifted, like the cutting point, the leap or rupture between the world as I knew it and another parallel dimension. A world in which Playboy Bunnies are not just skeletal, where religion is not merely a subliminally bad joke.
In this world, this other universe that is situated on the former premises of an old porn set, where the furniture has over the years amassed more life budding potential than a well managed sperm donor bank; in this universe the Playboy Bunnies are Skeletons, Popes and Saints are adorned with Mickey Mouse ears and clowns noses and women don’t have to worry about the state of equal rights as long as they can balance a glass plate on their over-plasticised, under-nourished frames.
It is a pushing to the extremes, a courting of the point of éclat, like a mirror held in front of my face. This is us, this is me, this is what I am doing. The rupture less abrupt, the leap is diminishing!
Many thanks to everyone that came along, to all that helped put it together and of course to Mr Insect. The show runs until 5pm on Sunday 21st at 9 Caledonian Road, Kings Cross, N1 9DX.
